XXX - Haha pretty funny words. But I care about you so don't let weird creeps lower your hot chick real estate value.


.. Definitely well put. Definitely true. Definitely some good advice I need to preach and practice.

I've never been in such a weird, odd, what the fuck state of happiness.

I feel like a fucking prisoner in my own city. Every time Joe gets mad that I refuse to talk to him on the phone he threatens to make up an awful lie to tell one of my friends so that they'll hate me. I'm scared that one time, they'll believe it, they'll believe him.. and get mad at me. He's so fucking manipulative it makes me sick. I truly want him to just leave me alone. I try ignoring him all day, but after 200+ text messages, it's hard. I don't want to change my phone number, but I might have to.

I'm terrified to see him out. Absolutely terrified. Who knows.. he's so fucking bi-polar that he could cry because he missed me or pick up a fucking beer bottle and throw it in my face. I really don't want to find out which one.

I wish I never ever dated him. Ever. He broke my fucking heart by acting like a psycho. He basically broke up with me. I always said that if anyone broke my heart, I'd never fucking talk to them again. I want him the fuck out of my life so bad. I don't care how good he's doing at his new job, how in shape he is, how well counseling is going, how much money he has saved up.. you can put a tie on a bag of garbage, but it'll still be a bag of garbage.

I hope he lures another helpless person into his fucking crazy web and she breaks his goddamn heart into a million pieces by being horribly mean, degrading, insulting and abusive to him.

I hope I'll be done talking about this someday soon. FUCK.

A few days ago, a high school friend of mine passed away from a heroin overdose. I mean, a preventable death.. yes.. but a brutal one, at that. No one wishes that on someone. I mean, in an ideal world Jeff VanVonderen would come and saved the day.

But I started thinking. People only say really nice things about you when you pass away. Unfortunately, not many of us are around to hear the really fortunate praises of goodhearted individuals.

Imagine, if someone's Facebook status was optimistically praising a good friend for just.. being a good friend.

It gets you thinking. It gets me wondering. And, ultimately, it makes me kind of sad.