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Friday, June 1, 2007


Okay, day two. My toilet's still broken, I didn't have coffee again, I had to watch Bryce spear Pastrami the fetal pig in the heart, I tryed electric-taping my headphones but now they just rumble annoyingly whenever I use them, I totally screwed up my speech because my head wasn't in the game, I still need to burn off that pound, my grades are slipping, I didn't get the only thing I had to look forward to all day, and we're still. Not. Talking.

Pile on top of that a moderate anxiety attack, complete with a dizzy spell, throbbing headache, and slight feeling of nausea. Oh, and trying to keep tears back all day. My brain basically short-circuted. This is probably what hell feels like, and I can't believe that I'm going through this shit again.

And thanks to all my friends for being so patient with emo little me. I'm trying to keep happy for more than three days in a row and then shit like this comes rolling through and it all starts over again. I know it must be frustrating for you guys to deal with me, but it's even more frustrating for me.

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