It’s 2:08 am. I’m not tired. My eye is swollen from Amanda’s boyfriend’s cat. Stupid allergies. I think I look like a crackhead. Eh.

I decided to give up on dating and become somewhat independant and relatively successful.

I keep having vivid dreams about being in various hostage situations. Wonder what that’s about.

“I no longer believe in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”

• Tell me I’m insensitive
• Tell me that I need to be more emotionally available
• Wake me up at 5:30 am to tell me about a dream you had
• Tell me not to go to the club, because you’re not comfortable with it
• Make it clear that you’re not comfortable with me talking to guys
• Are unnecessarily clingy
• Tell me that you think you love me after two weeks
• Jizz in your pants

I WILL dump you.

Let’s recap tonight’s events. Keep in mind that my brother’s poor girlfriend had to sit through all of this.

My dad recieved a call from someone on his side of the family saying that my Nana is in the hospital. He sits on his bed, hardly talks to us, and refuses to go visit her. My brother and I try to convince him to, because we know he’ll regret not going. I still don’t know what happened to her :/

He takes some Codon or something that his dentist gave him. My brother takes it and hides it, because we know he’s down and we just want to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, not that he ever has, but still.

He noticed that his pills were gone, and starts screaming at my brother like, “WHERE’S MY STUFF?” like a fucking junkie. They fought more and more, and then I had to physically break them up. My dad told us to fuck off and I got upset and went into my room. He threw a glass and it shattered everywhere, which I should probably be picking up right now actually.

A few minutes later he walks into his room, muttering about how we’re all cunts just like my mom. I fucking hate him. A lot.

LOL, good luck

Today I went shopping with my friends. One of them informed me that my most recent ex has been asking her to hang out. She ranted about how she thinks he’s a loser and she’s not into him, but said she told him that she would ask me if she can hang with him. She said this in a, “I don’t really want to ask you, because I don’t want to see him” way. Except apparently she told him she really wants to. Except she also has a boyfriend. This would be the second time she has pulled this. Sweet, huh?

I’m sick of people trying to make me angry, and I’m sick of people not being honest. I am a very hard person to make angry. You deserve a fucking award for accomplishing it though.

Also, Dear CHS,

I like it when you go to metal shows and call me a slut from afar. It’s classy, really.

You try to tell me where I can go, and I’ll drop you so fast you won’t even know what hit you.