Oh no, not you Tyler. You don’t have to suck any dicks if you don’t want to.
A message from Anonymous
Anon….
….are you an angry troll?
Please go do something else with your life tonight.
It is obviously you’re only here to harass me. And if it’s fine by you, I’d really appreciate if you stopped making me feel worse about myself. That really is a horrible, selfish, hateful crime, you know.
A message from Anonymous
Listen to you anon, sounding like you know so much.
I honestly can’t even answer this without laughing. Your answer is so…stupid. What does being okay with myself have to do with my right to rant about my feelings?
I’ve accepted what I’ve done. I’ve suffered through several levels of guilt, bitterness, self-hatred, and torment. I’ve realized through the only friends I had left that I can’t live that way forever, no matter how much I hated myself.
And I’ve forgiven myself, after being forgiven by the people who matter, and am moving on to a life where I will make better choices.
Then I get retarded little troll comments from anons that think they know jackshit.
Excuse me if I bitch about things. I have a human right to be bitter about the way I’m treated, last time I checked.
(Fuck, and it’s not even like I’m bitching about it out loud, publishing it for everyone to see. This blog barely exists. I’ve told NO ONE I KNOW about it. This place exists so that I can vent my feelings, no matter how stupid they are or how suicidal they are, because when I do that in front of people I know, they always get upset with me.)
Everyone in the group besides DJ
Can go suck a dick.
If you won’t even acknowledge me, then this is far past what it used to be.
It’s your own goddamn problem.
Honestly, the only true victim here is him.
And we’re back to being friends, as if none of it happened.
And then here you guys are, being total dicks.
No.
No I’m not going to take the blame for this one. I’ve been the “problem” for too long, and I accepted it.
But now this isn’t about me anymore.
I’ve made my peace. With the people directly involved, and with myself.
EVERYONE ELSE HAS NO FUCKING REASON TO HOLD GRUDGES.
One of my favorite things-
‘Stealing’ one of your boyfriend’s article of clothing, like a shirt or pants.
It just smells like delicious laundry, but not MY delicious laundry…..foreign laundry from a sexy land of good-smelling-boy.
=o=
I don’t care if changing my relationship status will probably rub some people the wrong way.
It’s about time I started standing by my decisions.
I love who I love, and I shouldn’t care who knows it.
A message from tm-gig-deactivated20120106
Yeah me too. It comes with the parts to fix it because the guy couldn’t figure it out, so the only thing is that it’s going to take a long time because it’s the most complicated part of the car. But I’ve promised Masa to keep him company for as much as I am able. Apparently it could take up to a month. But It will be worth it to finally my baby. I’ve been dreaming of a red Miata for years.
Who needs friends
When you have something inanimate to cradle with love?
I’m picking up a red ‘95 Miata this Saturday for 800$.
Masa is going to help me fix the head gasket (and if it’s hopeless, talk to one of his many car buddies for someone who has a miata engine lying around).
I’ll have about 400$ after everything to spend on a top, possibly tires, interior things, etc.
But it’s going to be my baby. And I will love it like a best friend. And take care of it. And kiss it goodnight.
Oh yeah, and I’m naming her Mia.
A message from tm-gig-deactivated20120106
I know. I’m not suicidal…I don’t have reason to be, I know there are a lot worse things that could be happening to me. And I have family, and a few people who care about me. This is just a blog to vent, which is why I haven’t told anyone about it, but I’m still sad. I’m still thinking of ways I could fix things.
But each day I’m less and less sure if it’s worth it. I’d really rather be friends with people who want to be my friends. The more I think about it, the more sure I am that this is all just history repeating itself. I make a close friend, and about a year later, I find out they think I’m annoying and want to be around me less and less until one day I’m alone again.
“I have a great idea!”
“Let’s have an awesome weekend trip to my awesome cabin with ALL our friends there, and let’s NOT invite Amie. Because we don’t like her anymore and she isn’t our friend because we kicked her out.” -My Ex-friends.
….I’m really on that tipping point. My feelings can only get hurt so much until I really start believing no one wants me around.