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fanged_angel at 07:35pm on 07/05/2004
fanged_angel at 07:35pm on 07/05/2004Um... I had lots to write about, I knew what to write about, I went to Aurea's LJ, and poof! Everything's gone. Shit. Fuck. Wank. I am _not_ getting depressed again.
Thinking about her, the slut that destroyed my very being. It brings a bitter laugh to my ears. My own laughter. She doesn't want to be my friend anymore. She. Doesn't. Want. To. Be. My. Friend. Anymore. SHE????????? OK, so here I am, alone again. Hell, if that's the best friend I ever had, than I am pathetic. If it wouldn't have been for you, Steph and Aurea, what would have become of me? When I talk over the phone with my friend/almost-sister from Romania, she asks me if I'm alive and I tell her: "Nope, I've finally slit my wrists, told you I'd do it, this is dead-Jassy speaking, how are you Adina?"
Silly conversation. I accidentally cut my upper lip while I drank some of that bottled cocoa stuff that I like. I didn't realize at first, but I noticed a strange taste in my mouth that I couldn't quite place at first.
Started school yesterday. I like it. Much better. One of the girls in my class, Maria (of course), took and presented me to Marina, a girl our age from another class and I was comfortably chatting when Marina asked me what I like. And I said figure skating. And she was like: "Oh my God! You like figure skating too? As in Plushenko, Yagudin and all that?"
I swear I almost fainted from shock! The first two Spanish girls that like Figure Skating and adore Zhenya. I'm lucky at this one. Yeah...
I feel like shit at the moment though. How and why the hell did I fall in love with her? Did I fall in love with her? I seriously have my doubts now. I want someone to love me, hold me, kiss me, want me. Ha! That won't ever happen. Not to fucked-up lil' old me.
Hell, I'll go shoot myself or something.
Love,
Yasmine.
P.S: My dad bought me a discman today and I'm listening to the Matrix Reloaded soundtrack and I can only think of Babs.
BTW, there's a guy in my class that looks exactly like Babs. Those eyes are great. And he has that sweet/innocent/bad-boy look. He's beautiful, I must admit it.
Thinking about her, the slut that destroyed my very being. It brings a bitter laugh to my ears. My own laughter. She doesn't want to be my friend anymore. She. Doesn't. Want. To. Be. My. Friend. Anymore. SHE????????? OK, so here I am, alone again. Hell, if that's the best friend I ever had, than I am pathetic. If it wouldn't have been for you, Steph and Aurea, what would have become of me? When I talk over the phone with my friend/almost-sister from Romania, she asks me if I'm alive and I tell her: "Nope, I've finally slit my wrists, told you I'd do it, this is dead-Jassy speaking, how are you Adina?"
Silly conversation. I accidentally cut my upper lip while I drank some of that bottled cocoa stuff that I like. I didn't realize at first, but I noticed a strange taste in my mouth that I couldn't quite place at first.
Started school yesterday. I like it. Much better. One of the girls in my class, Maria (of course), took and presented me to Marina, a girl our age from another class and I was comfortably chatting when Marina asked me what I like. And I said figure skating. And she was like: "Oh my God! You like figure skating too? As in Plushenko, Yagudin and all that?"
I swear I almost fainted from shock! The first two Spanish girls that like Figure Skating and adore Zhenya. I'm lucky at this one. Yeah...
I feel like shit at the moment though. How and why the hell did I fall in love with her? Did I fall in love with her? I seriously have my doubts now. I want someone to love me, hold me, kiss me, want me. Ha! That won't ever happen. Not to fucked-up lil' old me.
Hell, I'll go shoot myself or something.
Love,
Yasmine.
P.S: My dad bought me a discman today and I'm listening to the Matrix Reloaded soundtrack and I can only think of Babs.
BTW, there's a guy in my class that looks exactly like Babs. Those eyes are great. And he has that sweet/innocent/bad-boy look. He's beautiful, I must admit it.
cynical
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