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Post by Smaug on Aug 9, 2007 16:35:08 GMT -5
I hate work. I hate it so much. I hate it when I'm hungry and we went shopping today but there doesn't seem to be anything I actually want to eat. I should have had chocolate mousse I hate sleeping on my shoulder funny and now it hurts. I hate the relationship I have with angst. I do enjoy it but at the same time I hate ti for breaking my heart. Like I watched the end of Stepmom on TV last night and cried the whole time and just... bleh. I still hate my friends, and my parents for not understanding, and for thinking that I should continue making the effort with a friend who quite evidently doesn't give a damn about me and is too weak to stop trying to be the same as someone else, instead of being herself, and thus forgetting I exist. I hate myself for being annoyed with her constantly, when we are friends. She's my closest female friend, and it's okay with me that I'm not her closest friend any more but it's not okay to be ignored. I hate being cold. I hate missing people. I hate needing a hug off someone who isn't here. I hate needing to tell him everything, and share our in-jokes and stresses and bleh. I hate.
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Post by Sir Francis Drake's Heir on Aug 9, 2007 18:01:33 GMT -5
I hate being a hack.
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Post by laundrybasket on Aug 9, 2007 18:53:11 GMT -5
I hate not being able to go to Britian-land and give Elo a hug
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