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Thursday, February 3, 2011


So today was pretty FML.

I got flogged with makeup work and unwanted criticism, got stressed, got frustrated, got lonely, almost quit the play, got talked out of it by The Singing Teacher Guy, Mr. Pusatary, sung my lungs out at play practice until my throat was about to bleed, devoured a Snickers bar--the first chocolate I've eaten in about a year,--got picked up by my dad, got more depressed on the ride home, started crying, got home, and raced to my room, where I collapsed on my floor, sobbing violently, until my mommy came and consoled me and told me stupid jokes.

And... It's the guy thing again. I know it's stupid and immature and... stupidly immature, but I'm tired of being ignored by the entire male race. It's not even about the lust anymore, I just want someone to talk to and hold my hand and hold me together when I feel like I'm about to fall apart. But I don't want just anyone, I want...someone who's perfect for me.

And I know that kind of stuff takes time and I should just shut up and be patient and not think about it, and all I want to do is get over it and move on with my life, but... I can't. It's like an old wound. Every time I think it's healed and try to move, it just opens again and bleeds and bleeds and bleeds.


*siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.*
I'm so tired.

That enough angst for everyone? No? Me neither.
Here's a video

This video is so beautiful. It makes me cry every time. :) You all are perfect to me.
GROUP HUG, EVERYONE!!!
~Belinda

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