I am so very so very so very so very, sooooo fsdsdksj

Why did no one tell me about Pandora radio?

WHY?

The love I have need not belong to anyone. It needn't be directed toward any one thing in particular. The love I feel is love for myself. It is love for every living thing around me, love for the universe in its entirety.

Now I feel what it is to be human. At this very moment, I am bursting with peace and love.

I can think of anyone who has ever done me "wrong" and feel nothing but love, compassion, and good will.

I am truly beautiful. I am a whole, complete person in and of myself. I do not need validation from anyone because the very fact that I am alive is validation to this end.

From now, when I think of love, I will first think of myself, for I am what it means to love, to have love.

I am amazing, I am talented, beautiful, complete, intelligent, capable. Everything I could ever want, I am, and have within me.

Hello Live Journal, today I am writing to you from Boston, Massachusetts and I am out here visiting my family. It's very much fun. I will talk to you later. Bye, bye.

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Why is it still winter? I can't take it...

Cold and mucky and cloudiness makes me just loose my mind. And it makes me say things to people that I love, that I don't necessarily mean.

Ahhh well.

My roomate. Decided that it was ok. For him to take my pet ferret. And GIVE her. To his friend.

Claming I don't take care of her. Claming I torture her.

I miss Mika... I hope she's okay. The sooner I can get her back the sooner I'll be able to sleep well.

I'm furious, to say the least. I'm distraught. I'm sad. I'm incredulous.

She's going to come home, if I have to go to the police.

At least Tim has been there for me. At least he's around.

But... I wish he was here tonight. I...

I don't know...

What to do.

I miss her.

For drunken fathers and stupid mothers and
Boys who can't tell one girl from another
So she takes her pills
Careful and round
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down

Being hopelessly in love with someone isn't easy when they don't love you back. Part of me is trying to convince myself that i should just try to move on and i'll find someone that i love more, someone different. mostly though, i don't think there's anyone i could love this way. will he ever trust me on this? what will he say if i keep trying to show him? will he take me seriously if i continue to feel this way? maybe he wants me to try and prove it. maybe he wants me to tell him these things. i want to be sure, though. i need to know, without the least doubt in my mind that nothing will change the way i feel. besides, this time i'm waiting for him to call of first. the other thing is, it doesn't seem like he cares like i do, and i wouldn't want him to feel different about this. i think i need to give it some more time, but if nothing changes, i will make him see... i don't know what to make of this. i just miss him so much.

Oh boy. I don't like work. They're piling crap on me to do, we're so busy for no reason, and there are about 5 people working the late shift. I really should be working right now, but I dunno...

One call after another is really annoying when I know there's all kinds of other things I need to do. I'm not sure how they decided that there is always enough time in the day between calls to get any of this done. There isn't.

I feel sick today

Ok, back to work... or something.

Bastards.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

* * * * *

The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.

Cheese is not depressing.

It is delicious.

Bethany is feeling good this morning. Maybe it is because she got enough sleep last night. Maybe it is because all her calls at work are going awesome. Maybe she just is a happy girl. Who knows.

Either way, it's good to have a smile on your face.

It must be nice being able to do the things you want to do, when you want to do them. To have things to do.

Every now and then, when my life becomes the same routine, I have to stop and ask myself why I'm doing any of it in the first place. I'm not doing anything good, I'm not having very much fun, and I'm just lonely.

It must be nice.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. ShutupshutupshutupshutupSHUTUP.

God! Why won't you stop?

My new layout is teh s3x.

It makes me smile,

I wish I was a rock lobster.


In other news, I have nothing to say, and no one to say it to. Whoop.

My life is boring, my shoes are pink, and I am in love with my kitten,

I graduated from high school yesterday.


And on a completely unrelated note....

Fuck everybody.

01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.