Defining Moments of My Life
me, freaking out

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me, freaking out
o5.28.o2 12:09 p.m.

this is a little sidenote. I dont know if anyone out there actually reads this crap. I sort of hope they don't. I don't want to be a bad influence or anything so maybe take my diary as lessons on how not to live your life. It isn't all fun and games. I died, I was fucking dead.... That's not cool.... I don't believe in an afterlife, so this is all I got. Even though whenever I do really die (and stay dead) it'll be by my own hand, but it SHOULDN'T be for a very long time. I have too much shit to get done before that happens yet I keep delaying myself with "distractions". Now I've got to deal with all my set backs: what diseases might I have... I need to figure out if even filing for bancruptsy will get me out of all my debt... I don't have a job, yet I've had a zillion interviews and it seems they like me until they meet me in person... should I try to get disabilty income and forget about working ever? I've been one quarter away from graduating for a year now... I started college in 95 and I still dont have a degree... I dont even have a place to live right now and can't get one cuz I dont have a fucking job and my credit is unimaginably bad. I haven't paid any bills in 6 months... and my car is falling apart faster than I am. I've told my mom twice she needs to tell her boyfriend to lock up his gun. She doesn't think I'm serious.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


AFTER


WHAT'S MY NAME?!?