Well, my life sucks
. Not really, but wallowing in self-pity
feels simply delicious.
My first and only boyfriend
so far has dumped me in a way that defines the phrase "painful break-up
." Supposedly, this stuff gets easier with practice. I don't think I want to try this out-- in fact, enforced celibacy
sounds good right about now. ((shrugs)) Not that I really have to worry about boys falling all over themselves to attract my attention; I must either have a major case of the uglies, or the general demeanor of a homicidal maniac
. I hope it's the second, though I was going for more of a "sociopath
" vibe than "psychopath
So, what am I doing to get over it all? Work myself into exhaustion with school, mainly. Well, that and listen to Joy Division
, and The Cure
is for pussies who can't handle real emotional trauma. (Yes, that was sarcasm
for anyone out there actually bothering to read this thing. And that's Emo
, not Eno
.) Em and Melissa are trying to cheer me up, but it ain't workin'. I don't do casual blowjob
s, and to be frank, I'm pretty convinced I'm actually an emotional cripple
Looking on the bright side... my parents put the dog to sleep
while I was away at school. Yeah. That's the fucking bright side.
Life is such a fucking wonderful thing, isn't it? Good god, don't read any more of this, or you might be pulled into the black cloud of despair
that shadows my every breath. Riiight.....
I need a Guinness
, a backrub
, and three hours alone with a punching bag
. That, or someone who feels like slapping me out of this little endless loop of stupidity I've managed to trap myself in
. If anyone you know can supply any of the above, let me know
. Oh hell. No one ever reads these things anyways.