Discussion in 'Serious Chat' started by Todd, Apr 2, 2007.
God I love her.
And I don't even believe in love.
Why can't she just make her own damn homework... I did it myself when I was her age.
Gets me so pissed off with all her whining because I'm not doing it right... explain what I'm supposed to do, please. Fuck.
Goddammit. I seriously can't tell if this is a real relationship or just a friendship.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I hate stupid shit.
school's out for summer: 38 days away!
*jumps up and down*
I shouldn't let myself fall for anyone anymore.
Please check your email hun.
My MTM is screwed >.<
The track titles are wrong on the cd when I play it in my PC >.<
DVD is awesome though
I. Fucking. Hate. That. Emo. BITCH.
1) She cuts herself and runs around showing people pictures of bloody razors and her scars (FYI, I hate people like this.) Cut yourself because you're depressed, whatever. Just don't be a jackass and do it for attention.
2) She starts fights with people and if they say shit back she turns around and tells the principle like a motherfucking 5th grader and gets them in trouble (and half the time she lies about what the other person says)
3) She says one thing and does another and she never says shit to peoples' faces
4) She just told one of my best friends that her boyfriend was flirting with Amber (It's not true, I have the same class with her boyfriend, the emo bitch, and amber). She only said that because she's mad at Amber, she doesn't even care what it does to my friend's relationship!
5) Pretty much everyone in the school hates her (including me), except for MY friends who think she's the coolest person ever.
Theres this emo girl at my school, and she has slits all up her wrists, and a book filled of drawings of like Teddybears getting there heads ripped of or killing stuff and etc. It creeps me out alot. Especially when she explains how she cuts herself or how she like found a rat, killed it and then did something with its blood. and she wrote a whole poem about death in hr own blood. I seriously almost threw up the day I found out about all that shit
I just bought 20$ worth of shrooms, it's been an hour and I haven't felt shit except some weird tingly feelings.
Derek, that was very touching .
Fucking flu! Aargh!
I'm having a blood test tomorrow but I know I know my problem isn't fucking anemia. I wish I'd just talk for once.
It sucks to see I can never get close enough, while everyone around me is finding someone...
Welcome to my world
Well, I need to get out of this world as quickly as possible... <_<
That's why i'm in my little world as much as possible.
You crack me up. You really do. You tell me that it wasn't his fault. IT WAS. I was there to split the two dogs up, for the millionth time, to save my little corgi from your damn muscular bulldog, cuz he was getting wrecked. I was there when your dog looked straight at me with that look, and I was there when he jumped at me, and got my thumb.
Where were you? Oh yeah. Mom, you were sitting on your chair watching tv. And dad, you were going somewhere. So don't tell me you saw something completely different from what I experienced. You just want to keep that damn mutt of yours. The one who attacked me. And then you say if we get rid of him, we get rid of mine. Yeah, like that's fair, guys. It's bull. You have no right telling me to calm down after every time he runs towards me, or when he growls at me or my dog, and I yell at him to stop. You weren't the one bitten. You weren't the one who's suffering from minor trauma thanks to that dog. How many times am I going to hear you telling people something completely different, about what happened to me? I don't know how many times I can tell you that I don't feel safe around that dog. All I know is that no matter what, you're always going to tell me that what happened to me, didn't happen the way I experienced it. How much does my life have to be a lie?
Ignorance can be bliss, but it can also make you in to a fucking prick, so watch out.
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