BAHAHAHAHAHAH

my dear lord you're such a hypocritical douchebag.
dont go on about how much you hate your friend not saying something to your face and putting it in thier blog and then do the same thing, its so stupid ahah.
oh my godd, this is cracking me up, im glad i dont care about pathetic people.

fuck it man

and now im on risperidone , because im CLINICALLY INSANE. im going to hunt you down and rip your fallopian tubes out, you dutty cunt.

im a terrible person

im sure i really do like you, my heart just likes to kick me in the ovary at any given point.

allow trying

allow even bothering to try anymore.
its not worth it, i dont care if people upset, i dont care about anything? i dont want anything, i cant be arsed to care, i dont care, and yet nothing wants to go right.
the one thing i try to do doesn't work for me and it's what i want more than anything right now.
i will hurt so many people, i wish i cared more.
its not my problem is it, i hate you trying to cheer me up, you know nothing of the thoughts that plague my mind at every waking moment.
i am not saying for a moment that i have the worst life there is, compared to many others my life is perfect.
but i am selfish, i do not want this.
selfish isnt even the word, i am just ungrateful.
its called the greatest gift in life? yet i would want for nothing more than to return it, i didnt want it in the first place, it was not my choice to have this.
i dont want love, i dont want hate, i dont want money, i dont want popularity, i dont want a big house, i dont want a cool car, i dont want anything.
i want to curl up on myself and give up on whatever you can call my life.

fml

how the fuck did you find my blog, you cunt.

gogogogogogogogogogogo, i obviously dont like you.

fuck off? yeah, cool, thanks.

dick.

so much hate for people, and i cba for connell to come over.

i like happy songs

don't you worry, there my honey
we might not have any money
but we've got our love to pay the bills

maybe I think you're cute and funny,
maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
if you know what I mean

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I, you and I,

well you might be a bit confused
and you might be a little bit bruised
but baby how we spoon like no one else
so I will help you read those books
if you will soothe my worried looks
and we will put the lonesome on the shelf

oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there you and I, you and I, you and I

oh, lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there you and I, you and I, you and I

that is completely unlike anything i'd normally listen to, and normally i cant tolerate shit like that.

but that song makes me so happy, and i learnt it so i could sing it to my mormon (:

but on a darker side, its so bad that when you were holding me in my room, i thought of him, and cried. i don't think you noticed. i hope you didn't. i like you so much, but old memories are always going to pop up, and i'm so afraid of hurting you. I don't want to at all. and what if you hurt me?

relationships are so hard, and mines only a day long.

i want us to be like the song.

oh dear

im so easily aggravated, and there is definitely a ghost in my room.

oh, and im gonna fail all my gcses, win.

back to what i was on about earlier..

oh my fucking god man, girls are so stupid. why the fuck would you post a blog just to complain about yourself, okay i understand I've posted like one or two whilst feeling sorry for myself but this fucking bodily odour-ridden slag just complains in every one. its really not a good idea to fish for compliments when you're so ugly you wont get any.

My weekend was alright, until today. spent the whole of yesterday in soho buying christmas presents, but i still need to get a few for some others, but today just ruined all of it because my dad fucked me off.

when i'm angry, and i say i don't know why im angry, IT MEANS I DONT FUCKING KNOW WHY IM ANGRY. and having the piss taken out of me for it isn't good either man, oh my god i want to kill someone.

Oh, and never ever ever watch marley & me, because trust me, you will cry yourself a little river.

oh my god ahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

you're so stupid man, your blog makes me laugh, i hate girls xD

oh my god ahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

you're so stupid man, your blog makes me laugh, i hate girls xD

can't be fucked man

im actually starting to allow having friends. Such a small amount of people actually like me, i have three friends at school, not that im upset about that, because i'm hardly a fan of them either? Still fucks me off though, because none of them have any reason to hate me, just the fact that i do drugs and smoke and drink and have a life outside of my fucking school, and i'd rather have that than their fucked up little circle that revolves around being sober.

Like the few friends i have, i'm perfectly happy with? And i'm seeing someone, but i'm so fucked up that i know he's going to start pissing me off soon, as much as i dont want him to. yeah, bipolar's a bitch. And i've got a fucking psychiatrist appointment on the tenth, i can't fucking wait for that...

just can't be arsed anymore, i'm gonna buy a load of drone, shot it off and get money, so i can buy more drugs. yeh, thatll be good. maybe i'll just buy a gun and be a scary dealer, cause apparently crack dealers are getting pissed off about the amount of money they're losing to drone.

so, yeh, seen.