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“When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.” — Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days |
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I love to sing, but then if i do i'm pretty sure everyone around me will go deaf.
Monday, July 4, 2011 @ 4:28 AM
It is the start of the first week of the holidays and already i've gained weight and haven't doneanything worthwhile or finished my movie marathon/drama marathon. x.x' Not only that but there is a shitload of motherfuckers that have nothing better to do but piss me off. There's this one guy, who doesn't know how to keep his fucking mouth shut, like I'm not even kidding. Like he accidently says something he's not suppose to say, then i ask him for confirmation, then he tells me not to give his bloody girlfriend jackshit about it. ONE, WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO CONFIRM IT HUH HUH HUH? AND TWO, WHO THE FUCK SAID I WAS GONNA CONFRONT HER ABOUT IT, CAUSE LIKE THAT SHIT IS GROSS AND CHAT. EXTREMELY CHAT. And don't fucking go around telling fucking randoms i don't know my personal details. LIKE WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU RIGHT TO DO THAT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE LIKE I HOPE YOU GET CRUSHED BY A CAR YOU FUCKING FUCKTARD. And you asked me why i don't tell you jackshit. I wonder why i don't, with a fucking mouth like yours. Anything can slip out. Who the fuck would trust you. Then this other fucktard comes along. So i'm skyping, staying silent minding my own business and ignoring everyone who's trying to get my attention cause i was in no mood for dealing with their fucking motherfucking shit. Then suddenly, some fuckhole decides to bring back up what bloody happened in year 7. Dude its fucking year 9, why the fuckity fuck you bringing this back up? One, its none of your motherfucking business, Two, why now? Really bitch really? Its been fucking two years. Why the fuck you asking about this now? you fucked up little shit. I hope you get crushed by a car as well. fuck you and your friends. Well nato's coming over tomorrow. We're gonna bake muffins :3 I guess thats something to be fucking happy about. Labels: i fucking hate holidays, i hate you so much right now, Natasha x3, personal, rant |