I used to post on this thing regularly.

Sorry.

But I got really sick.

And IOH.

So I'm in love.

-dashes-

Current Music: Infinity On High - Fall Out Boy

I'm getting over my horrible illness.

I can finally get out of bed. Whooooooo.

I missed a week of school and it was seriously like being dead.

Boring. As. Hell.

♥

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

My 3rd charpter isn't being posted.

-death-

And I'm not wearing my necklace.

-moredeath-

And my arm is itchy!

-deathX7875257563268496429-

I'm out, kiddies.

♥

P.S. ZOMG@TacoBell.

I just lost my best friend.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Every part of it. The cutting, the writing, everything. And don't try to say that it's not. I know that you believe so, too.

You. Are. My. Best. Friend.

I love you. I'll miss you. I really will. It's stupid when you think about that old saying that goes "sometimes you have to hurt the ones you love to show that you really care", but it's true. Sorry if this hurts you. It hurts me too.

I can't associate with you anymore. Instead of over-dosing and drinking until I couldn't see straight, I've decided to give up something really important to me. Because I deserve to be hurt once in a while. I asked my mother for advice because I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Do you know what she said?

She said it was all my fault. All. My. Fault.

My own MOTHER told me this in regards to consolation. And she's right. So I cried for four hours until I passed out. I can't live with myself. I don't know what to do or say. I'm a screw-up. I don't deserve a best friend like you. So I made sure that I can't say anything to hurt you again.

I'm not going to ask why you told Jamie. I'm not going to ask why you didn't tell your mother about me. I'm not going to say another word ever again. This is my sacrifice. I deserve to lose too. I deserve to be hurt, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Good-bye is the hardest thing to say, but I'll say it anyway. I'm sorry you had to carry this burden. I'm actually sorry that you ever had to know me. I'm sorry that I got you into this horrible mess. You and Jamie and everybody else I've come in contact with. I'm sorry if this hurts you and makes you mad; if this hurts you and makes you cry because you're losing me, but I'm not something worth crying over, no matter what you may believe. Know that I love you, that you're my best friend and you'll always be, that no one will ever replace you, but it's time for me to forget.

I guess this is it."

...

This is what I told her, and every bit is true.

I love you, Michelle, and I'm sorry.

Lynda

Pssssssssssh.

I took my last two finals today; math & word processing.

I hate word processing.

It's evil and icky. But I'll miss my logbook.

I wrote a slash fic on the computer in there. I am so glad I know how to delete that stuff.

Ahahah.

At our 20 MINUTE PASSING PERIOD, Leslie pulled my hair and I fell in the bushes. And no one saved me.

Wait 'til it happens to you. I'll laugh.

(L-A-U-G-H)

I was almost late to class again talking to Alex. I don't even remember what the fuck we were talking about...

Whatever.

I'm going sleepy-bye now.

Peace.

Current Music: Peace Frog - The Doors

Ahahahahaha.

"My Chemical Romance's Gerard Way was attacked by a blackbird outside a San Francisco hotel."

That made my already wonderful day. Hi-larious.

And.

And.

This:

"This whole time I'm thinking, 'I don't belong here. What am I doing with these people?'" remembers Ray Toro, eyes wide. "I was sitting this close to Kirsten Dunst. I could've literally touched her." In addition to lighting his hair on fire and seeing Courney Love moon a deck full of innocent bystanders, Toro and the rest of the band also watched as an actor (known to play an all-powerful wizard [Ian McClellan, Gandalf]) eyes Mikey Way "like he was a piece of chicken." Mikey refused to comment on the poultry comparison, but did say it ranked as his craziest night in Los Angeles. (Alternative Press #197, Dec. 2004)

Gandalf wants to fuck Mikey. Ahahah.

...

Last two finals tomorrow.

Wisheth me luck.

♥

Lynda-love

Current Music: Thriller - Fall Out Boy

Today was so blah, man. I had to present my life to my health class (which was our last day), and then I had to carry my fucking poster-board all the way down to the bike rack (which was not the way I was going) to give Leslie her iPod back but she left without stopping.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

And now I'm tired and I have to take 4 more finals.

If you're having a better week, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE trade with me.

You deserve to have a bad day.

♥noI'mkidding.

I'm gonna go cuddle with my stupid boy.

Peace,
Lynda

Ahahahaha it's like my first time back on LJ since forever and pretty much everyone loves my work.

I've got a headache and I'm deathly ill.

I think I'm the comeback of the year. And it's only January.

I'm so kidding.

...

I think I'm gonna go now.

Peace.

Tags: comeback of the year much?
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Ice Cream - Jeffree Star