On Tuesday, I'm heading to [shudders] that place to get my ear gauging shit.
And I'm going to gauge my goddamn ears. I think I'm going to start with a '16, and progress to about a '10. Maybe.
Don't like it?
Good, that's what I was expecting
Think I'm hoping on a bandwagon?
You might just be right, but I'd rather be on this bandwagon than the one you're on.
Think I'm representing myself as a whiny emo brat?
Hello, Taqee. :)
- EDIT NEEDED:
Sage has a blog that is marvelous. Go read it.
:)
Sunday, November 9
Saturday, November 8
seal jubilee.
So, I finally saw Juno.
^_^
And now I'd really like a fucking pipe.
I'd always have it with me.
It'd be a signature piece, along with my white nails.
I have a lotttttttttttttt to speak on, but I don't even know where to begin.
I'll pick one topic ... thinkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Hm, I'm noticing that I'm keeping way too much in.
It's beginning to cause my physical pain.
Only one person really knows what I "go through", and that's only because I trust him enough to pour everything into him, and I'm even hesitant to tell him everything.
It's apparently making people feel distanced from me, and I'm realizing that I'm intentionally distancing people from me.
I just feel like people would be better off if they knew less about me.
Which brings in my father ...
He keeps jumping in and out of my fucking brain.
I keep wishing that I could wake up late, around 7:40 and him calling me, complaining about how he had been sitting in the driveway for 20 minutes, and how I knew that was a lie, and we'd argue about it, but I'd still get to school roughly on time anyway.
And I keep wishing that I'd have a ride home from school, even if that ride came at 7:00 pm.
And even if sometimes that ride didn't tell me that he wasn't coming until it was too late, and I'd cry the entire way home.
I would rather have that again than have this nothingness.
I would rather have that tricked sense of security than to know that I have none.
Truly, I wish it were a year ago.
I would lie and say that I'd give up everything I have now if I could just ... have that one wish come true, but dammit, that'd be a lie.
Blah.
For those out of the "know" (which is practically everyone):
On Tuesday, I will be examined by a psychiatrist who will then prescribe me medication for a chemical imbalance. Apparently, I have lost my ability to function because of this imbalance! Hoo-fuckin-rah.
^_^
And now I'd really like a fucking pipe.
I'd always have it with me.
It'd be a signature piece, along with my white nails.
I have a lotttttttttttttt to speak on, but I don't even know where to begin.
I'll pick one topic ... thinkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Hm, I'm noticing that I'm keeping way too much in.
It's beginning to cause my physical pain.
Only one person really knows what I "go through", and that's only because I trust him enough to pour everything into him, and I'm even hesitant to tell him everything.
It's apparently making people feel distanced from me, and I'm realizing that I'm intentionally distancing people from me.
I just feel like people would be better off if they knew less about me.
Which brings in my father ...
He keeps jumping in and out of my fucking brain.
I keep wishing that I could wake up late, around 7:40 and him calling me, complaining about how he had been sitting in the driveway for 20 minutes, and how I knew that was a lie, and we'd argue about it, but I'd still get to school roughly on time anyway.
And I keep wishing that I'd have a ride home from school, even if that ride came at 7:00 pm.
And even if sometimes that ride didn't tell me that he wasn't coming until it was too late, and I'd cry the entire way home.
I would rather have that again than have this nothingness.
I would rather have that tricked sense of security than to know that I have none.
Truly, I wish it were a year ago.
I would lie and say that I'd give up everything I have now if I could just ... have that one wish come true, but dammit, that'd be a lie.
Blah.
For those out of the "know" (which is practically everyone):
On Tuesday, I will be examined by a psychiatrist who will then prescribe me medication for a chemical imbalance. Apparently, I have lost my ability to function because of this imbalance! Hoo-fuckin-rah.
Tuesday, November 4
exitlude.
I have finally decided what I'm gonna do with my life.
I'm gonna be an 'it' girl.
Because believe it or not, that would be the best thing I could do for my life.
I can't sit in a cubicle all god-damn day.
I can't even fathom serving someone for all of my days only to await my retirement.
Hellllllllllllllllll no.
I'd kill myself before I let that happen.
Besides, I've got too much personality (good and bad) to sit around and become a forgotten idea.
I'm way too social to NOT take advantage of my 'gift' and talk to everyone.
And shit, why not get paid at the same time?!
I could start off as an underground artist (as in art, not music) and work my way up.
Or start as a video friend. (keyword: friend. I mean that I become friends with the artist and then everyone wants me in theirs. Sorta like what Agyness Deyn did to modeling. Sortaaaa.)
So, I'm hanging out with any AND every-one.
I don't care.
:)
So, hello readers.
My name's Khloe and I want to be your friend.
I'm gonna be an 'it' girl.
Because believe it or not, that would be the best thing I could do for my life.
I can't sit in a cubicle all god-damn day.
I can't even fathom serving someone for all of my days only to await my retirement.
Hellllllllllllllllll no.
I'd kill myself before I let that happen.
Besides, I've got too much personality (good and bad) to sit around and become a forgotten idea.
I'm way too social to NOT take advantage of my 'gift' and talk to everyone.
And shit, why not get paid at the same time?!
I could start off as an underground artist (as in art, not music) and work my way up.
Or start as a video friend. (keyword: friend. I mean that I become friends with the artist and then everyone wants me in theirs. Sorta like what Agyness Deyn did to modeling. Sortaaaa.)
So, I'm hanging out with any AND every-one.
I don't care.
:)
So, hello readers.
My name's Khloe and I want to be your friend.
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