late nights, bright lights

Gods I really hate everything; you have no idea.

Internet was out for a long time. Shame on it. Tech support was no help at all, but I am not surprised.

What is with all my very good friends suddenly hating me? I think there's a conspiracy. But then again, I am not surprised.

It's not like I really them to begin with.

And to quote the famous and wise Lucky Enderly: "Self esteem was supposed to be for everyone."

Going to TO with Grandma tomorrow to the Royal Alex. Hate Tennesse Williams' plays, but shall suffer through a production of Orpheus Descending for Grandma's sake.

I got Candy Land yesterday. Anyone want to play?

Two years.

Four months.

And nineteen days.

Gone.

I tried so fucking hard and it was completely fucking worthless.

I promised myself I was done, but like most other things, that turned out to be a lie.

I don't even know why I bothered in the first place.

Why did he have to go and do that? It's in the past Colleen, let it go, but I don't fucking want to.

I'm the most self centred person I know and I fucking hate it.