mood //	downtrodden
music //	s.e.l. ost

03.17.04 [19:42]   // dream //   I hate my life.

Oh, fuck.

The very DAY I start working on websites again, I think Anix has disappeared off the face of the earth just like Endore.

It just never fucking ends, does it????

1 spread their wings and soared   //   space out and learn to fly

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mood //	irate
music //	"insanity"

03.17.04 [20:18]   // dream //   The end of all things yet to come.

Well, it's over. All of it. Even this journal.

Apparently Deborah found the link and has been reading all of what I've been writing. Not only that, but she's given out the link to her bitchy, preppy 12-year-old teenybopper friends, so THEY've been reading it too. Apparently they have all been blind to the disclaimer that specifically asks ANYONE who knows me in real life to TELL ME that they have found my journal and ASK FOR PERMISSION to read it. But, oh, I forgot. Deborah has no eyes. She's just an egocentric bitch with no regard for other people's feelings or right to privacy.

You know, Debby, what amazes me most of all is that you seem to think that I don't hate you.. that nobody is capable of hating you. Oh, but they are. I, for one, hate you. I have hated you ever since you started middle school and have become the bitch that you are now. You used to be my friend along with being my sister, but I no longer share that sentiment. No -- I hate you. And one day I will shove you through that window, and you will see it in my eyes, and you will know.

Until then, bitch. Enjoy life knowing that you're hated.


Everyone else -- I am sorry, but this is the end. And there may not be another blog, now that my domains all seem to have disappeared again. Well, you can thank my bitch of a sister for that.


Namaste.

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