Fucking assholes! Its 2 Paint It Gold!!!
You know, i vowed to stop this teenage agnst shit. I mean wtf. I'm 18.
The past months after my day of birthday i've become emotionally self dependent. I mean i dont give a fuck of what i feel now. It doesn't matter. I'm a fucking species, who, when dies, wont count. I mean seriously. I'm sick and tired of hearing that theres more to life, that life this life that. Get over your thong. ::pretends to smoke a ciggarete:: You see im cool...
Enough with this angry shit. I mean seriously. The other day I got harrased. The day Jenny, Mike, Adam, and David went to go see The Ring Two. Some really ugly, i mean ugly. No teeth status bumboclot grabbed my ass and played with himself and told me "if you want this its urs""c'mon lets do this".. Some people don't know how to compute help signals ::coughmikecough::
I seriously didn't know how to feel about it. Everyone has told me that I should of gotten nasty for being disrespected, but all i did was run to the train when he grabbed my ass. I mean, i felt kinda spesh. That was one of those things that never has happened to me. I was getting hollered at. Isn't that good? I mean atleast if he was hot, i wouldnt of felt harrassed, but i did feel harrassed.
Everyone knows i have a low self esteem and I have no clue why im reenstating that. I mean lately all i really care about, or what makes me feel alive, is when i pretend to be an Asian Pop Sensation.Thast why im always dnacing. I get goosebumps and i pour my heart out. JESUS CHRIST THIS IS GAY. Cut!
Ok this is my last xanga entry. I'm moving to livejournal.. Actually you know what. I'm not moving anywhere, but i will try to see if i can stop using pity as comfort. |