Got Something You Want To Let Out Part 2

Lucky bastard...I envy you...

 

I just forgave my boyfriend, who's worse than an asshole, and threw out of my life the sweetest guy i know...
I rule...

 

Sounds all too familiar.

 

It goes to show how you must 1) Go through two weeks of non-stop intense charming, using words, and 2) A breaking off of another relationship.


When I mean intense charming, I mean this girl would get a text or every other text, she'd blush and all because It had to be that intense of a charm.

 

Everyday of my life.

 

Hehe, yeah. My boyfriend is a charmer. Although, he wasn't just charming me for the first few weeks, he still does it after nearly 10 months.

 

It's the way it should be

 

I'm so excited right now I can barely think straight. Only 2 hours till I find out whether this actually is mine or not.

 

Last week I really noticed how my family from my dad's side is not a bitch anymore, they told me that if me and Maxime ever need (financial)help, they'll always be there. They gave me money cause let's face it, all my clothes look like crap. At first I couldn't take it but they really wanted me to, so I did. Today I bought some things, dresses, not pants because they wouldn't appreciate it. But that's okay, summer is coming and I love dresses. It feels really good to finally see my whole family reunited again and not fighting for once and actually accepting the ones who aren't christian.

 

So, the surgery seemed to have been a success. They kept him sedated for the whole weekend though because of the swelling. I'm not sure what all I posted here already...but they couldn't remove the whole tumor because it was attached to his brain on one side, but they got as much as possible. They sent out the samples for testing to see if it's cancerous or not, but they said it seemed like a "rare" type of tumor, so they are going to get a second opinion and it will take about 2 weeks to know results. That doesn't sound very comforting. But, they woke him up today, but he was coughing so bad from a bunch of stuff in his lungs that they put him back in a coma so that he wouldn't hurt himself. Which again isn't comforting.

Anyway, still hoping for the best.

 

Don't worry Arlene, all will be well...



I'm not sure I can go to this funeral without breaking down. I guess I have to go to one eventually, but didn't think it'd be for him...

I'm still...adjusting to this. Hm.

 

I'm sick and tired of lying girls.

 

Whenever I Start to like someone. I ALWAYS jump to, don't bother, it won't work no matter how hard you try.

And I never take a chance...it's so hard to get myself to. All I've ever known is Failed relationships and Almosts's That I wish so much would have worked out. I have fear of Denial.

not too mention I'm just the Weird new kid.

gahhh

 

Concussions aren't fun. The government should issue everyone head pillows or something, or maybe I shouldn't jsut fall on my head, twice.

 

I've pretty much reached my breaking point with regards to this issue. I could really give less than two shits whether that lying, selfish, drug addled, arrogant piece of shit lives or dies at this point. Fuck, I'm tired of this.

 

What is so absolutely repulsive about me that the places I want to work at or want to go to school don't want to accept me?

And why do they always give me the same bullshit reason: "oh we WANTED to accept you, but uhhhh too many people applied! that's it!"

Like, I can see that from Berklee. Of course, my dream school is world renown, I was sitting next to someone from France in the waiting room. It's damn near impossible to expect to get into Berklee.

But really now. Hot Topic? Pyramid Books? THE SCHOOL?!

My own college turned me down for a fucking desk receptionist job. Hot Topic "so wanted to hire me", but conveniently ran out of spots?

Pyramid Books was "accepting applications" and never called me.

I'm done trying to put on a good face the entire time. Quit bullshitting me, and just fucking tell me the real reason why you didn't hire me.

I'm so upset right now I could cry. I really needed that job.

 

It's kinda fucked up the reasons people give as to why they're not talking to me anymore.

 

30 months baby! 30 MONTHS! <333

I wanted to make nice dinner tonight but then I realised I have to finish that brocoli lmao

 

I want the fucking car back.