Don't Wait For The Sun

Hmm....I'm moving to a new server now. :D

Heh...I met this awesome guy at the show.

...he's now my boyfriend. x_x

I get to go to a show tonight...yes!

*invokes wrath*

WORK, DAMN YOU!

AT least this one looks cool....>.>

...stupid blogger....

I resent my template and i copied and pasted it and it wont work now!!!

>:O

God..I should have done this....

WHY must blogger be SUCH a piece of shit?

Argh....got into a huge fight.

>_<

W00T!

Idiot boyfriend!

*dances*

..as soon as I posted that, forty zillion sad songs came on.

okay, except for Papa Roach...>.>;

Oh my god...

'Greg's Last Day' by The Starting Line has to be the saddest song EVER. I dont care WHAT you say about it, but I think having your best friend move away, far away, is the worst thing that could happen.

'Greg's last day is our last day to be best friends, until we say goodbye, and I'll try to see you when the weather clears...'

that is SO sad. I really think it is. The only other WORSE thing is that if your best friend dies. Yeah...

Can't you tell i dont give a fuck about my family? :D

Inconspicuous Ju: marissa...
Miz Maggie P: inconspicuous???
Inconspicuous Ju: yes]
Miz Maggie P: can we say obsessive with that word???
Inconspicuous Ju: XDDDDDDDDD

...XD

'Istanbul(Not Constantinople)' is such a fun song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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And bloggeri s the biggest piece of shit ever for not letting me update my fucking layout! Jesus christ, I hate this layout now...I have a much nicer one to put up...

Ugh, why must my family be the almighty perky bitches they are? I fucking hate them. Yeah, I'm the nasty bitch who hates everyone. Hell, they dont take me anywhere unless I bitch and maon. And they wouldnt let me see the Mest show, either. As soon as I'm 18, I'm leaving. And as soon as I can support myself, I'm not going to speak to them again.

Sure, you may think that's overboard. But how would YOU feel if you were cursed out by your own father just by being pissed off when he came home from work and expects to be worshipped? Yeah, its fucked up. And yeah, I hate it. But hey, could be worse.

Yeah, you may think I need serious therapy. Hell, *I* think I need serious therapy. But any asshole who thinks they can fix my problems needs therapy themselves. People say I have ADD or Obsessive-Complusive disorder. You know, I don't give a fuck. I can go from having ADHD to having Chronic Depression by a mere change of who I'm talking to. Yeah, I may be pissy in English class by I'm to the point where I need to be sedated (haha, fun song!) in Creative Writing. Just because I like that class more.

Sure, I need a shitload of help and medication. Sure, you can say that I'm twisted and need to calm down. But I won't. You know why?

Because that's me. And if I were to fix all my problems and possibly stop being so hyper and not hate most everything one second than love it the next...what would I be?

For some reason, people like me for who I am. And I'm not about to let them down.