| Oh. I'm getting a new Xanga. Cos I don't like this name anymore. I'm beginning to think that people think it's perverted. I'll transfer everything though. I don't want to pay 10 dollars to change my effing username.
My new site is: xanga.com/boycottlove.
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| -Laundry.
-Straighten up room.
-48 hours.Fail.
-Begin list for New Years Resolution.
-Email Grandma and Aunt Di.
Folie a Deux will be on repeat for days, I think. <3
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| I'm kind of over being the only person in this relationship. I understand that he's shy, but what the fuck. He hasn't called me in weeks. He sent me a text message late Christmas night wishing me Merry Christmas. It's like, I'm done inviting him over, I'm done texting him, I'm done making the first moves. There was no point in all the effort I put into getting this relationship started. I want to find someone that will actually show their affection for me, who actually wants to be with me. Fuck him.
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To Do Tomorrow;
-Laundry.
-Straighten up room.
-48 hours.
-Begin list for New Years Resolution.
-Email Grandma and Aunt Di.
Probably add onto this. Cos it's late and my mind it numb. I'm forgetting why I was so cold last night.
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| Well, it was a good Christmas. I got Guitar Hero Aerosmith, a knitting loom, my metallic leggings, a lava lamp and a few cute other things. I love Guitar Hero. It's addiction. I will become expert.
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| I gave myself a headache from crying. I have a throbbing in the back of my skull from lack of nutrients. I'm getting circles underneath my eyes and I can't contain these shaking fingers. I always wonder if it's worth it as I lay in bed, my stomach tearing itself apart.
But I covered up the bags and put on a somewhat smile for my mom. Christmas is almost over and then I can retreat back into myself. This cycle of self loathing and never ending tasks of perfection. I am but a simple girl with fragile thoughts and strong eyes. I can survive on nothing but my soul. And I will.
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