right.

You dont care and you want me to stop talking about it and that is perfectly fine. for a second im going to pretend like you aren't there though so you can just roll your eyes.

it feels like my best friend died. she was there and now she is suddenly gone. she is almost with this new boy now that i did not know about because she is not talking to me. in the world of girl best friends it is really bad when she wont talk to you about a new boy. i dont like that she is selfish and jealous and insecure and immature but those things are not what i knew of her for so long. we were besties for 5 solid years before any of the backing off started to happen. i cant change who she is now and im sure as hell not going to change my life in any way to mold to her new self but it really really really breaks my heart that im never going to have that girl again. im going to stay away from the "a piece of my heart has been ripped out of my chest!" kind of things because that is too lame but really...it feels like she died.

i love her so much. you dont understand why. we were ride or die. i want her back in my life so badly. no matter what happens it looks like someone is going to end up unhappy, and from the looks of it im just going to take that and "get over her", which everyone seems to think is easy as motherfucking pie. "you don't need her in your life, friends dont act like that." well actually, i think you should stfu (my little voice in a non threatening manner...because i would never actually tell you to shut the fuck up). my insides really hurt. and i dont care that i am a girl and only a girl would ever say anything like that.

ps i love you and i miss you.

damn my head hurts.

so this girl went into the hospital the other night because she had dislocated both of her thumbs having sex. the same night a woman went into the hospital with a twisted knee sort of thing because she fell off the bed when her and her husband were "having some fun." im sure that sort of stuff happens all the time at hospitals all over but it makes me laugh. it must have been some good sex.





I saw a guy get pwned by a bicycle that he walked out in front of while texting. this is the same day that there is an article in the school newspaper about the "dangers of text-walking."


Apparently in London there are lampposts and telephone poles that are covered in padding to rid text-walkers of such "hazards." I will never believe that this is real.

People make me want to spit in their faces. That statement is so grammatically incorrect but you get my point. Spitting takes a minimal amount of effort (sometimes...I am a particularly bad spitter...) while yelling or crying or hitting or kicking or throwing things takes work. Fuck me having to work when they should not be breathing anyway.