Don't Come Crying to Me

okay so a couple of things.

first i ignore rules of grammar, spelling, capitalization and punctuation, usually, so don't waste your precious time by pointing these things out. "Why yes, I do realize that blogger has a spell check. I didn't use it because it's friggin boring."

second i do try not to get serious or babble on about deep issues, though occasionally i will.

third if you can pick out the theme to all of my post titles you will maybe get a cookie or a nonsarcastic "way to go skippy" at the very least.

lastly, thanks for coming, who are you and why are you reading this? you must be bored.



Saturday, June 6, 2009

i can almost hear you scream

okay so i don't feel better at all. in fact i've spent the better part of the day in a depressive funk because of crap that should definitely not be causing me this much pain.

thing is i've been through this before and everytime it's been the same, and i always end up just sucking it up and smiling and doing my duty because i am a stand up kind of girl that way. i'm having such a hard time not just bailing this time. why do i have to put up with this? why? and i know what will happen if i vent more specifically even a little, MORE drama then i'll be TOLD to feel bad and be a good soldier and apologize when i did nothing wrong!

i hate it, i hate it that other people's feelings mean more to me than my own. so this the extent of me blowing up, targetless, empty and with no resolution.

that is fucking all
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