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| I just finished Harry.
This book has affected me much more than the others had. For the
climactic chapters of the book, I got dizzy and had a stomach ache and
felt shaky and empty. Then, halfway through the last chapter, I
started sobbing so much that I actually had to stop reading and get a
hold of myself. It's weird to think a book can make me act like
this...
I don't feel like I can discuss the book with anyone just yet... I have
to let it sit for a while in my head, maybe stop being so emotional.
So yeah, this was a good book, but a devastating one.
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| So I'm not freaking out as much. And I realized why I was so
upset. And then I sent a very belated e-mail. To which I
still have not received a reply, which is bothering me. Although
I didn't expect one, considering the addressee hates me. And then
after that I listened to John Mayer's first CD, as I do when I feel sad
and empty. And I cried to my current boyfriend about my
ex-boyfriend, because that is the kind of person I am.
My life is yet again dissolving into shambles.
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| So I really shouldn't be flipping out about this thing about which I am
currently flipping out. It is hypocritical of me. However,
I am flipping out, and my mouth is dry, and my stomach is
churning. I also feel like crying, but that's kind of not a big
thing anymore. Jesus Christ, I am such a hypocrite at life.
But this thing is still not fair. Not fair at all.
In other news, I went to an OAR concert on Friday and it was fun.
Now I'm in good old Metuchen for 2 weeks for CCD. Rock out.
And I have decided that it is time for a new theme.
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| I just don't know what to do anymore. I cry for no reason and
every reason. And, when people ask what's wrong, I don't
know. Ha, but that would be pretending that people ask what's
wrong. And they don't. Because no one cares. Because
no one even talks to me anymore. And I wish I still had friends
from somewhere. But I don't. Because I'm too scared to call
anyone and I'm so easily forgotten that I could go days without even
leaving my house and talking to no one besides my family and
Lauchlin. All I do is sit around and play computer games and
listen to hours and hours of music, or I go drive and listen to hours
of music. My average emotion is somewhere between apathetic and
dismal. So yeah, whatever. This is my life. And I
don't want you leaving comments, if anyone was even planning on it,
that are like "Oh, feel better Danielle... hughughug." Honestly,
cut the crap. You don't care, so don't pretend.
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| I have a car. It's the same car I had before, but now it's actually mine because my dad got a new one.
I don't update anymore because I have nothing to say and nobody even
reads this. I am just a sad, lonely person whom nobody cares
about.
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