I Won't Let This Go

Are you HAPPY?

Now there's a good question. However, the answer doesn't seem that hard. NO. In any case, what's for sure, is that not at this moment anyway.

Too many problems, I'm sick of hurting people, sick of people saying all sorts of things behind my back. Beleive it or not, it will only end up by coming back and slapping you in the face. You may aswell say everything to my face, I think.

Sick of people who are giving me the reputation of a BITCH [ Opening your dictionaries won't harm you I think ;) ]. What did I do to deserve it? A response in a comment will be enough.

Sick of getting insults that I hear about from other people. And because of all that, I only end up hurting myself.

I need comfort.

I'll admit it, this period is not the best of my life, far from it even. Whatever I do, I'm judged for it, whatever I say, I'm judged for it.

Maybe I should just stay where I am and shut up? NO.

Shut up and see.

A BIG thankyou to all the people that cheered me up the most:

Emma G; Mia; Lucy;

Anna LF; Harrie; Blair;

Jemma; Sam; Josh.

I love you all more than you could ever imagine. (L)

Life Is Full Of Secrets And Lies.

Lately, I have been labelled as an emo a lot.

Who the hell are you to label me? Labels are for friggin soup cans, not people.
We're all individual and unique in our own way.
And we are CERTAINLY not round, metal, and made to contain soup.

So I don't label myself. Get over it.

What, did you think I was gonna walk around going "Oh yeah, I'm such an emo."

Bull fucking shit.

Evil Little Hormones

Why is it that everything I hear about seems to come as a shock to me lately?
I mean, I hear something from someone, and then I go home, and sometimes get all upset about it, and over analyze it.

Go figure.

And why does everybody seem to be upsetting me or annoying me?
I've been feeling so depressed, and angry lately that it's unbeleivable. Literally.

I just want to hit something...or someone. Anybody up for taking a punch from me?

Uh Oh. I think it's almost that time of the month. I hate those evil little hormones.

So, are you asking what I'm upset about? Well, to be completely honest with you, I have no idea. So gna.

Ok. Really useless post.

Shut up, I don't give a damn.

I'm late! I'm late! Oh, crap.

I know that this is late, but Happy Belated Halloween.

My Halloween wasn't very Halloween-ish. I spent it at the Fair.
I did see a few people who were dressed up. For examle, two women were dressed up as cats,and looked like...hum...sluts.

But hey, Halloween is the one day of the year where girls can dress however they want, and nobody is allowed to comment. So, really, I shouldn't judge, should I?

Oh dear. Too late.

To be honest, I no longer see the point of Halloween, but I guess that's just because I'm a hormonal teenager, huh?
I mean, I no longer dress up, I no longer go Trick or Treating, (do they even allow that in Monaco?), basically, I no longer "celebrate" it.

Well, I did spend the night before Halloween watching so called "horror" movies.
Such as Son of Chucky. Dear God, that is a crap film. It's not even scary, I was cracking up the whole way through, and the bloody thing is R rated.

Or Cursed, a film about stupid people getting bitten by stupid werewolves. I think that says enough.

I skipped The Exorcist, not because it was too scary, but because I got ten minutes into watching it and got bored.

So yeah, all in all, my run up to Halloween and Halloween itself weren't too crappy.

How about you?

Learning To Fall

When you're a teenager, then you face the facts. I run away from the dramas, the fights, the emo-phase, but it still comes chasing after me like some hungry tiger.

RAWR.

Psh. Tell you what?

I shall gather all that teenage angst and go ROAR!


But there's one part I don't get is why every single teenager feels as though the world (that revolves around them) is constantly against them and everyone (that revolves around them) hates them.

Well, it can be true.

This still leaves me pondering nevertheless. So do the adults have an answer to this?

Just don't tell me it's a phase. I goddamn know that. I want more answers than this.

Geez.

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So maybe, just maybe, I'll run along and be the thirteen-year-old I'm supposed to be, and get over with this year.

Then I'll be happy all over again.

The pros and cons of...

So, today I've spent my time talking to my ex boyfriend, and I watched him and listened to him talk, and I realised a few things about guys.

Warning: The following list is not for angry, bad tempered guys. I'd still like to live, y'know?

The Pros:

1. They can't hold a grudge to save their life.
2. The way they think you don't see them staring.
3. The way they look at you.
4. They always seem to be able to make you laugh, even through your tears.
5. When they think they've hurt you, they apologise profoundly, even after you've forgiven them.
6. They're so cluelessly cute!
7. They PMS too.

The Cons:

1. The way they poke fun at you and gang up on you on MSN.
2. The way they call you up or IM you and you spend hours talking and laughing with him, then the next day at school he completley ignores you.
3. Sometimes, they just don't know when to STOP.
4. They can be so incredibly insensitive.
5. The jerks hurt you, then the next day expect you to just forget about it.
6. When they get mad, they really get mad.
7. Sometimes, you just want them all to dissapear.