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I loathe this. First, I get no sleep, no acess to my room and now, she takes my house key and locks me out in sub-zero weather for two fucking hours. I get ten minutes of fucking home time and then I get to work for the Nazi for four hours. Damn, what a great fucking week. |
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It seems like at lot, so it seems like I should do something memorable. Like choke or streak or give birth or something... Maybe streak. Ye-ah. My week is SO GREAT! Now my grandpa is in the hospital, and they don't know what's wrong.... Shit. Wedding on Saturday, I need a hug, and a happy haircut too. I hope it works out. I need to see a docter, it's likely just stress, but I feel like I'm this close (<------------>) to having a heart attack. And so forth.... I am writing a paper on comic books...I need suggestions. Help!! |
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That's the title of the book I'm waiting for. I hope the university comes through, it deals with stereotypes of female comicbook characters. Oh-la-la. He had multiple mini-strokes and then a massive inter-cranial stroke. He can't speak. My Grandma phoned, said hello, and he started to cry. I love him so much, and I can't even see him. Why has this week been hell? What is this? Some sort of test? I can't deal with all of this. I am only one person, and my mom is a wreak. I'm a wreak. And noone feels empathy, just a falsifyed "Oh, Andrea..." Fuck you, I have feelings too, I am not just a friggin' metal shell, I have a soul too... A bloodless soul. |
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Stephanie's Wedding was nice, a little God-y at moments but goofy too.... Thomas the giant cried. Hehe. So now I have nine people living in my three bedroom ouse. I have the worst headache, and this feeling of dread for the reception. Should have brought a 'date' of sorts. I'll bring my comic cook anthology instead...Batman will be my escort or perhaps the Joker.... I am wiped. Too proud for pills, And if I cut myself I can't donate blood anymore.... What option do I have but to stick it out. It will get better. |
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Getting nothing but static.... So I uh, should appearently clarify. I don't cut myself Not physically anyhow. I like to belttle myself sure, BUT I do draw the line, a line. Not on my wrists/neck/legs.... Hehe, silly... So Yeah. I don't know why I bother with friends, they just to come up with excuses for not being friends. Or at least not caring. Whatever. I don't need em', really. I mean, I've survived this hell week without seeing anyone other than angry family, sooooo.... Conclusion: I am slowly going mental, and uh... Need friends, or more books. Yeah. Love, Lust and Lavender. (I got a girly boy haircut, I'm not sure how keen I am on it...) |