Thursday, December 30, 2010

Oh! Well imagine...

Poor groom's bride is a whore.

I chime in with haven't you people ever heard of closing the g*****n door!

There is this person... lets call her Q. Q is an unstoppable tart. I use this word because there are a lot of people who don't know the meaning. She doesn't sleep with all the guys but I don't think she knows the meaning of the word single. Single is the only word I know. Boys are not important to me. Do not get me wrong I do want a boyfriend but I just don't have the energy or social hierarchy to have a suitor. But if Mr. Perfect did come around wishing to sweep me off my feet I certainly wouldn't turn him away. But as for this Q, she is ridiculous. Being a close friend of mine I find it surprising that I have never even heard of many of her boy toys. I want her to be happy but she goes around dating guys that she knows will take scissors to her already healing heart. I guess she will just keep getting herself into this situation despite my approval. Even though she doesn't listen to me... I hope she doesn't keep it up.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010


Sad is an interesting word. It can mean pathetic. It can mean depressed. It can mean horrible. Terrible. Useless. However you put it sad means bad. Sad = Bad. It is an unwelcoming and overwhelming feeling. An emotion so complex yet so simple. I am sad. I am pathetic. I am depressed. But most of all I have the lack of happiness. I go through pain. It does not go away. I take medicine. The medicine blocks it temporarily. I always do something wrong. This feeling makes me hate myself. I just want to die sometimes. I think about the ways to. But I know my family would miss me. They would miss me even though I am sad. I want to be happy. It just doesn't work. My happy is broken. Maybe it is becausing I feel I am always doing something wrong even when I try to correct my mistakes. I feel like they blame me for the problems. Even though they have problems of their own. Then they don't trust me. I give them every reason to. I don't lie. At least not consciencly. This is my heart sliced open. All of it's contents out for you to see. Enjoy. Do with it what you wish. But just remember... I cannot be fixed.