Isn't it weird how you can write something at one point in your life and then come back to it to think 'What the ******** was I thinking?' or 'That isn't me'? I just got done from doing a little spring cleaning of my journal (in winter, wtf...) and uh, huh?
I mean, not to say that I didn't stop halfway through because I didn't want to have to see the things I said about some people, but at least I saw some of it without throwing it all away.
I mean, Jesus Christ! I saw me bitching out at Leo, certain people (I know)'s comments, and nearly slammed my head into a wall.
Casey's expressions during this ordeal:
O.O
O_o'
sweatdrop
gonk
whee
burning_eyes
wahmbulance
...Yeah. That was basically it. So I deleted all the stupidity because I don't want to see it anymore, even though I know deleting it all is going to come back to haunt me... ninja
And now I think it's better, cause all that's changed!
...Well, except Miles. He's still the same strange child...
Seriously, like wtf? Looking back on it, it seems much more stalkerish, naming an account after me to harrass me with... sweatdrop
But Digital Music? You don't even know what that experience is...
But either way it doesn't matter, 'cause he's just a bother, nothing serious.
So, yeah. Um... Heh. redface That was kinda psycho of me before, but I'm better now.
...
I think I just sounded like a suicidal person after psychology, no?
Whoops. But still, I guess I kinda wanted to say sorry for anyone who went through all that stuff, I did blow it a bit out of proportion with the defend-a-friend thing. Well, whatever. I'm friendly with a certain person now, things are better except break ending, and Miles is still a psycho. Yeah. Bye!
 Alessia Daymon · Tue Jan 06, 2009 @ 12:45am · 0 Comments |
