You're such an inspiration --

Current Music: Judith- A Perfect Circle ( '00, Mer de Noms )
Current Mood: Epic emo pissed off

-- for the ways that I will never,
ever choose to be
oh, so many ways for me
to show you how your savior
has abandoned you

Play this. It's awesome.
Play this too. It's older, but still awesome.

Me, Cancy and Kylie have a glog. It's fun. And named after Dhalgren.
Feel free to join us (just get a fucking LJ account!).

Life is a bitch, and ranting of the like is after the jump.
Skip it, if you wish.



It will suffice to say that I can't fucking learn anything at school because it's school- the usual class sytem has never been for me, let alone in a mainstream environment surrounded by twats. I can't learn anything at home when I'm crying and yelling half of the time, for fucks' sakes.

A day does not pass without me and my father having some kind of fucking yell-our-faces-off argument or another.

I love him. Really. I can't stand him, either. I blame I pituitary gland. I want to patch things up with him- and my family, and that- but seriously, I can't. It's not working, whenver I try.

So the internet, gaming, roleplaying- not only fun.
So it's escapism.

Is that all that bad?

So what do I tell the teacher? "hey thar bb I didn't do your work I was busy crying because I hate ur face- no i didn't buy my books either, I exhausted my allowance on food, my savings on the books I already bought, and my parents are either broke or too pissed off to ask for money. i left my old school and all my friends just so I could pursue literature, and then I end up at a school that has no fucking literature. Ace. I'm going to go sit in a corner and cry moar now, kthxbai."

"Fuck you" is simpler.
Maybe it'd get me expelled.
Awesome.
If only my parents didn't fucking care (but they do- parents are parents).

Ugh.

Blogger is not the place for emo ranting shits.
That belongs on Livejournal.

MySpace is emo, true, but I'm not ready for the make-up yet.
Why bother cutting wrists when I have ready-made wounds?
Seriously, it's what they're fucking for, anyway.

god, I wish I was a better person.

Maybe this shit wouldn't be so damned fucked up, otherwise.

Why can't I fucking talk to anyone in my family?
Agh.

Both sides are trying, it's just failing miserably.

Fuck, I got blood on the floor.
It had better wash off, it'd be a blast explaining that to parents.

As far as they're concerned I'm sitting in here jacking off to porn or something.

I wish I worried less.