Feb. 25th, 2001

Drink--

Feb. 25th, 2001 02:52 am
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I don't like drink. It made me have a "bad" drunk time. Usually when I'm drunk, I'm happy drunk. This time, it was sad drunk. I ended up crying on the floor a couple of times, texting people that I really shouldn't have and things. How do I know that? Because people have told me today, not because I remember shit from last night, but because everyone has told me. Less than 24 hours before school will tell me that my Black and red hair isn't acceptable. Bastards.

On the plus side, oh wait, that's right, there is no plus side. I mad a fool of myself, managed to get led on by yet another guy, and one of my friends got hurt. Physically and emotionally. I'm well pissed off. ALL men are bastards, and they will screw anyone over if it's to get their own way. Whether it be messing people up, laughing at other's misfortune or stealing form a drinks cabinet, they all bite monkeys.

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So, I'm back again for the second time today, and I'm entireley fed up. Not felt this bad in weeks, not cried on my mum in years. I've been screwed over by a supposed friend, who I had loads of sympathy for before, but the more I think of it, the more I get pissed off about it. I can't believe what I was woke up by today, and what I heard. So what if I'm a virgin, I don't care. It's not something to be ashamed of.

I'm failing school. I've been trying to do my homework all week, and I can't do it. I can't find my pure book, and I'm just going to give up now. Anyway, going to leave you with the lyrics to the most fitting song out there at the moment, I've removed some bits, cos I re-read what I put. it made me cry earlier. I was planning on having the biggest rant ever here, but as always I've forgotten the stuff I wanted to say

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding

Cuz I’m losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine

Nothing's alright
Nothing is fine
I’m running and I’m crying
I’m crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying

I can't go on living this way

I can’t go on living this way
Can’t go on
Living this way
Nothing’s alright

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