step into my insanity...
DISCLAIMER:: Do not read if you have eleven toes. Serious side effects may include: raging and trolling.
I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect.
Everyone needs to stop breaking everything down into their ugliest parts and explaining things.
don’t see things for each microscopic atom that makes itself into something so much larger.
Whoever made them, made them impossible to see, so obviously they aren't meant to be. try to go places that you’ve never been allowed to, to see things that no one else ever has.
Fact is, we will die. But the goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
something like a landmark, a piece of art, or even just a memory, as long as you get credit.
society is making an ideal picture that i don’t want to be apart of.-Crystal Bassous
Breathe In;;Breathe Out;;
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
So basically, I'm doing much better than last time I freaked out of course...ha ha?
Only trouble right now is that I am
not ever again speaking to Rosic. He's an asshole. A seductive, perverted,
asshole. No need to get into to detail of exactly why I do not wish to ever talk to this kid again, but we'll see how long I can actually hold a grudge because, in this situation, I am pretty sure I can keep it for a
very long time. And I usually never hold grudges, never. The longest grudge or maybe not grudge, but I guess a streak of not talking to someone ever is about a year and I'm still going on that, so maybe, hopefully, I can never talk to him ever again, which may be possible because graduation is in near sight...
Speaking of graduation, I have a bit of a choice to make, I either play at the graduation mass in band which really be fun because we get to play Jupiter. Or not go to the band thing and go on a field trip for science to Bronte Creek or something and just have fun there. If I go on the field trip, I really wouldn't have any classes either, which means,
no Schiller. So I think the field trip sounds pretty nice right about now.
God, this divorce thing is really just fucking destroying everything. Actually. No scratch that, it's my
father that's making everything ten times fucking worse. Always accusing my mother of shit, dropping hints that she can't raise me and my sister, always lying, fucking up her bills and shit, honestly, he's fucking 60 something years old, to think that he would act his fucking age and stop acting like a child. This is his second divorce, so hmmm I am sensing a pattern here... But seriously, he should know the drill, he wants to fight my mother for custody, but that's fucking stupid too, because me and my sister are old enough to make a decision on which parent we want to live with, and obviously, it's not psycho over here.
I just don't understand why he's doing this to us, my mom blames herself, but she's not as depressed now, she's just pissed off at my father. But hopefully, I won't lose it between now and when we move, hopefully....
Z.
