Tara (storiesnalibis) wrote, @ 2003-11-07 22:26:00

Current mood:	depressed
Current music:	"Pretty girl" -Sugarcult

but as for me i wish that i was anywhere with anyone making out...
Ok, here's the part where I bitch about everything. Like it or not it just might be about YOU!

If my cousins damn friends don't stop harassing me I think I might severely hurt them!!! I hate most of them and they just can't seem to get the hint. If you call me 3 times in a row and I don't answer, there's a reason. And it might be that I think you are slightly pathetic and I want nothing to with you.

I hate winter. I hate the cold. I hate people who don't call when they say they will. I hate feeling sad all the time. I hate you if I can't have you. I hate you if you hurt me. I HATE christmas. I hate the wind in the winter. I hate snow. I hate fog. I hate forgetting things. I hate getting peoples nasty sweat on me at shows. I hate that I hate everyone in my phonebook. I hate that I'm so pesimistic. I hate being optomistic. I hate compliments.(I never know what to do) I hate not knowing what I REALLY want to go to college for. I hate not driving. I think I hate you. I hate Beyonce. I hate cheaters. I hate most everything about me. I hate being afraid of things. I hate not being able to talk about things. I hate how I shut everyone out all the time. I hate not getting what I want. I hate whan homeless people ask for money. I hate my job. I hate my city. I hate everyone in my city. I hate that everyone's away at school. I hate that I envy you. I hate that you will never understand why I hate these things.

Yep, pretty sure I hate everything and everyone. Don't act like you don't deserve it. Most of you do. And if you don't, someday you will.

Pretty girl is suffering
While he confesses everything,
Pretty soon she'll figure out,
What his intentions were about,
And that's what you get for falling again,
You can nver get him out of your head,
That's what you get for falling again,
You can never get him out of your head,

It's the way that he makes you feel,
It's the way that he kisses you,
It's that way that he makes you fall in love,

She's beautiful as usual,
With bruises on her ego and,
Her killer instinct tells her to,
Be aware of evil men,
That's what you get for falling again,
You can never get him out of your head,
That's what you get for falling again,
You can never get him out of your head,

It's the way that he make you feel,
It's the way that he kisses you,
It's the way that he makes you fall in love,
It's the way that he makes you feel,
It's the way that he kisses you,
It's the way that he makes you fall in love,

Pretty girl,
Pretty girl,

Pretty girl is suffering,
While he confesses everything,
Pretty soon she'll figure out,
You can never get him out of your head,

It's the way that he makes you cry,
It's the way that he's in your mind,
It's the way that he makes you fall in love,
It's they way the way that he makes you feel,
It's the way kisses you,
It's the way that he makes you fall in love...

	Lindsay loves Tara. (Anonymous) 2003-11-08 19:08 (link)
	*I hate getting peoples nasty sweat on me at shows. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Tara also loves Lindsay! storiesnalibis 2003-11-08 21:13 (link)
	One of the many reasons I adore you... You can make me feel better no matter the sitch. Thanks babe. And I too love you more than most people! We are cool! WAY COOL! And HOT! *sizzle* Just let me know when you get the code... And we will be LJ buddies lol. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

<3 Nicole (Anonymous) 2003-11-12 01:35 (link)

You were listening to my Jesse song... *tear*... I hate him.... Just to add to your list.... I hate winter. I hate the cold. I hate people who don't call when they say they will. I hate feeling sad all the time. I hate you if I can't have you. I hate you if you hurt me. I HATE christmas. I hate the wind in the winter. I hate snow. I hate fog. I hate forgetting things. I hate getting peoples nasty sweat on me at shows. I hate that I hate everyone in my phonebook. I hate that I'm so pesimistic. I hate being optomistic. I hate compliments.(I never know what to do) I hate not knowing what I REALLY want to go to college for. I hate not driving. I think I hate you. *I LOVE YOU* I hate Beyonce. I hate cheaters. I hate most everything about me. I hate being afraid of things. I hate not being able to talk about things. I hate how I shut everyone out all the time. I hate not getting what I want. I hate whan homeless people ask for money. I hate my job. *If I had a job...* I hate my city. I hate everyone in my city. I hate that everyone's away at school. I hate that I envy you. I hate that you will never understand why I hate these things. See sweetie, you're not alone... I love you and I'm always up for talking so don't ever be scared to call or something. And about the Katie thing, you know how she can be sometimes, but she loves you and you two are best friends. I think shes just scared of losing you. (Reply to this) (Thread)