The only fucking thing I was looking forward to was fucking Gilmore Girls, and I fucking missed that, too.

This whole day was a fucking dissapointment.

I'm not even going to get into the whole Valentines Day sucks thing.

Dest and Tom are doing well as a fucking couple. And, I am not going to be there when she's crying on the phone because she got into another arguement with him.

I finally told my mom off. She, no lie, does not listen to me. I can tell her something, and it'd be no better than a brick wall. Instead she just turned around and yelled at me, and spent the rest of the night slamming door and being mad at me. I can't even find any justification in being mad at her.

I wanted to hurt myself. I wanted to do anything to make me forget about all this shit. And I'm afraid I may do it before the night is over.

Ah yes this holiday, if you can even call it that, is shitty...for lack of a better word.

I'm sorry your mom makes you want to hurt yourself. I hope you're okay.

i hope everything is going all right now... thank you for the suggestions. i'm sure that sight will come in handy, i didn't know it existed.