great
storm's a-brewin'....i don't mean the weather kind, either.
some people don't trust me as much as they should, and some trust me more than could possibly be healthy....the question is...why? argueably (sp?), some wouldn't trust me as far as they could spit a rat..but that's their choice...we all have a choice to make.
there's some stuff i can feel right now. not sure what's going on. i can feel it though. no melodrama. something's happening around me...with my "friends"...time to see who's on whose side? i know some will go with outsiders...some will stay inside....no idea, no idea. what does Giles think?
i can't shake that feeling...someone i know doesn't trust me the way they should it's like a motherfucking voice in my head...over and over...Shane, they don't trust you....Can you trust them?
sposed to be doing a legal studies assessment...it's not working how i would have liked....i have to have it done by thursday...it's tuesday...i have a head ache, it's hot in here and my eyes hurt. dammit. i won't be seeing my girl either tomorrow :( she's sick tho. lol, she sounds so cute with her croaky voice.
god, raven's mother calls me shane sometimes. isn't that weird? i would have thought that she'd have been the one to shrug it off first...my mother laughed at me *dies* but now she bursts in intermittently with names....corey, koby....far out dude...give it up.
going to be assessed tomorrow. nervous. will bring ravens rose quartz bracelet with me...brings good juu-juu, lol. i can feel insanity slipping away as i speak. i mean why the fuck do i feel like this? so unhappy with my body, my gender, my moods, my life...i can't concentrate anymore....i'm going mad.
i'm dying to write....i have so much crap...mostly terrible autumn scenes (autumn's my favourite season)...i need something with the right atmosphere....i have nothing. i want the blustery wind, i want the wrapping the jacket tightly 'round oneself...i want the old trees and the secretive shadows...everyone knows what scene i'm after....i just need more to go with. god...Shane, you're losing the talent... seriously...writing's the only thing that i have that gets me away from it all...i can get a reaction other than repulsion out of people when i write. it's nice. it makes me feel good.
whatev. i should probably go. i've been online since 8:30 and i've been doing homework all arvo. i'm so burnt out....ms. mum should be happyish tho...didn't have to stay in and i got most of that stuff done...lukky me.
love love raven girl...talk to you tomorrow.
xox all.
some people don't trust me as much as they should, and some trust me more than could possibly be healthy....the question is...why? argueably (sp?), some wouldn't trust me as far as they could spit a rat..but that's their choice...we all have a choice to make.
there's some stuff i can feel right now. not sure what's going on. i can feel it though. no melodrama. something's happening around me...with my "friends"...time to see who's on whose side? i know some will go with outsiders...some will stay inside....no idea, no idea. what does Giles think?
i can't shake that feeling...someone i know doesn't trust me the way they should it's like a motherfucking voice in my head...over and over...Shane, they don't trust you....Can you trust them?
sposed to be doing a legal studies assessment...it's not working how i would have liked....i have to have it done by thursday...it's tuesday...i have a head ache, it's hot in here and my eyes hurt. dammit. i won't be seeing my girl either tomorrow :( she's sick tho. lol, she sounds so cute with her croaky voice.
god, raven's mother calls me shane sometimes. isn't that weird? i would have thought that she'd have been the one to shrug it off first...my mother laughed at me *dies* but now she bursts in intermittently with names....corey, koby....far out dude...give it up.
going to be assessed tomorrow. nervous. will bring ravens rose quartz bracelet with me...brings good juu-juu, lol. i can feel insanity slipping away as i speak. i mean why the fuck do i feel like this? so unhappy with my body, my gender, my moods, my life...i can't concentrate anymore....i'm going mad.
i'm dying to write....i have so much crap...mostly terrible autumn scenes (autumn's my favourite season)...i need something with the right atmosphere....i have nothing. i want the blustery wind, i want the wrapping the jacket tightly 'round oneself...i want the old trees and the secretive shadows...everyone knows what scene i'm after....i just need more to go with. god...Shane, you're losing the talent... seriously...writing's the only thing that i have that gets me away from it all...i can get a reaction other than repulsion out of people when i write. it's nice. it makes me feel good.
whatev. i should probably go. i've been online since 8:30 and i've been doing homework all arvo. i'm so burnt out....ms. mum should be happyish tho...didn't have to stay in and i got most of that stuff done...lukky me.
love love raven girl...talk to you tomorrow.
xox all.