HuckleberryNinja

Oh lawdy, what am I doing? ;~; My current ship is Harry X Draco.
[internal scream]

Why would I do this? ;~;

Long time since I updated.
Not much happening... But, I've been thinking about writing my fics again.
What do you guys think?

Well, shit's happening. Death, work, bosses, and now my friend who JUST got out of prison is trying to get with me when I have a boyfriend.

This is heavy.

Thanksgiving coming up, having all my family over, having a funeral to go to, and having to clean house like a mad-man while trying to keep school done, while I also have to go to work, and keep my emotions from making me crazy?

Well. Hm.

I'm not really shocked... or, I guess I shouldn't be. But, it happened today. -sigh-

My friend finally passed on.

I hate working. These strangers I see everyday don't know that I have a horrible headache.
They don't know how much I'm hurting inside. Or how much I'm falling to pieces and tearing inside.

I know probably no one reads these, but whatever. This will probably turn into a huge rant, be warned.
I don't care if no one reads this, or comments.
I don't really care about much right now. I just want things to change. I want to be able to stop crying.
I want to be able to stop feeling the way I do. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
It's a damn good thing that it was Halloween just a few days ago, I am really glad I have all this candy.
The chocolate helps slightly. And music. Music helps. But, the fact that I'm alone right now, kills me.
It. Kills. Me. I cannot stand being alone with my thoughts... with my hormones raging, and my head messing with me.
With my parents not knowing anything about me, I can't tell them half the stuff that I've done.
Yesterday, I found out that two of my friends, and one happens to be one of my very best friends...
Are potheads. I don't have anything against weed, but I don't like being around it. I don't smoke it, and I don't want to feel pressured into it.
I don't want to be the only one who isn't high. I came to this guys house, and they were both high as fuck. I just wanted to leave.
So, I did. That was the first time I'd ever even seen pot. They said I had the choice to smoke with them, or just chill with them, while they got even higher off it. I don't even know how to feel about everything that is going on. I just can't seem to wrap my mind about everything that has happened within the month. I have this headache that won't go away. I feel like I'm going to vomit.
I want to jump off a cliff, I want to drown myself in the shower, or bath. I want to start cutting. I want to smoke.
If I am going to be classified as a liar, a whore, a bitch, then fuck it all. Who cares? Not me. I don't care. Why should I care? I've got all I need. I probably have some freakish decease, that will kill me soon, anyway. Who else coughs up bits and pieces of brain?
Okay, it just looks like my brain, and smells like shit. I dunno what it is, but it's hard, and feels like I'm gonna die from coughing so much.
Mom thinks it's just calcium in my tonsils or something. It might be, but it's stopped now. Maybe all of my brain will come out all at once. That'd be nice.

/end rant.
Kudos to everyone who read all of that.