'Tis truly a sad world we live in
Posted by Armand at 01:01 PM on November 26, 2004.
There's something about going home, and vomiting out copious amounts of blood that gives your skin the sheen and shine of the undead, that pale, bloodless look. Oh i wish i was that lucky, not enough blood yet though? maybe later?
the day started out bad enough, almost publicly cried and humiliated myself, good thing i caught myself in time. the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. then boom, here comes the mile run, nothing really, after all, as a former track member, i should be able to run no problem.
Then i go home and boom, splitting headache and a blast furnace for a stomach. first food, then i run out of food so i guess bloods next. hopefully, ill be able to spit out a vital organ by the end of the night.
It's truly a sad world we live in, when friends act like strangers. So many times i was tempted to look into her inbox but i swore to respect her privacy and did so. i guess i just really suck at these things? you know, the comfort people and try to help. i guess try is all i ever do, people just don't see me as someone they can trust. or maybe i don't suck, maybe everyone just hates me. hell knows i have enough people mad at me, having people mad at me for no reason, or a reason i don't know is even worse.
Humans, humans, humans. it's a good thing i've evolved past that,into something more evil, colder, but at least more human than man could ever be. warm blood flows through these veins once more, but oh, how i wish ice water did instead, then i wouldn't have to worry about anything?
im up in over my head now. help?
and if anyone's looking for me? don't even try, i won't be home and my fone won't be with me for once. nstp sucks.
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
the day started out bad enough, almost publicly cried and humiliated myself, good thing i caught myself in time. the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. then boom, here comes the mile run, nothing really, after all, as a former track member, i should be able to run no problem.
Then i go home and boom, splitting headache and a blast furnace for a stomach. first food, then i run out of food so i guess bloods next. hopefully, ill be able to spit out a vital organ by the end of the night.
It's truly a sad world we live in, when friends act like strangers. So many times i was tempted to look into her inbox but i swore to respect her privacy and did so. i guess i just really suck at these things? you know, the comfort people and try to help. i guess try is all i ever do, people just don't see me as someone they can trust. or maybe i don't suck, maybe everyone just hates me. hell knows i have enough people mad at me, having people mad at me for no reason, or a reason i don't know is even worse.
Humans, humans, humans. it's a good thing i've evolved past that,into something more evil, colder, but at least more human than man could ever be. warm blood flows through these veins once more, but oh, how i wish ice water did instead, then i wouldn't have to worry about anything?
im up in over my head now. help?
and if anyone's looking for me? don't even try, i won't be home and my fone won't be with me for once. nstp sucks.
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.