I'm perturbed really. But I can't get it out. I feel shunned. I feel hated even. Well.... really really disliked. I thought they were my friends too. I told them things. And... and... I was stabbed in the back countless times. From the beginning! I should have seen it coming. I should have known that at the fall of reign... suffering shall occur for the outcast. Or whatever. (*This refers to the ESOL sisters/lovers/hookers.)
So I'm a litte high. Eh.
I'm housesitting or something. My parents' house, actually. The dog's here. And I'm washing a literal mountain of clothing. Eating their food. Just wish I could smoke a cigarette right here where I'm sitting.
Mmmm.... Sex on the futon later though. Yeah? YEAH???
Oh... and thanks to the one guy that has read this journal in the past three four five six months. Probably just read it once and all.
I was here in the beginning!!! I am an OLD SKOOL D-Lander!!!! I am! I swear it. I have three diaries which compose my life since 11th grade!! That was... omg... February 2000. Damn. I'm getting old.