I've been watching a few LGBT rights vids maybe you've heard of them? FCKH8? yeah hilarious and slightly controversial but what isn't now a days?
well whats going on is there are a bunch of christian or Jehovah's witness extremists spamming the hell out of the comment threads and whenever someone comments they attack them for being LGBT or even a supporter. and they are telling all of them that we are going to hell and such.
Is it possible to want to die, but not want to kill yourself? I mean...I wouldn't say I am suicidal...but I don't want to live. No...I think what I mean to say is that I don't want to feel. I think some people confuse not wanting to live and not wanting to feel. See...the thing is...sometimes I wish I was a cutter. I mean...cutters cut because they want to feel something. They can't feel without hurting themselves physically. I want to STOP feeling. I feel too much. I wish I could turn off my physical feeling and my emotion.
I'm sick and tired of "bi" girls. I'm freaking DONE with being the experiment. I hate the fact that almost every girl I like decides to use me. Kiss me, touch me, whisper sweet things to me. And then dump me on the side of the road. I feel like I'm lost in the tundra with nothing on but my scarred skin. I want to be loved, damn it! I want to, at least ONCE, feel appreciated. LOVE. Isn't that what I'm about?
So for no apparent reason lately, I've been thinking about my childhood and how much it...well...sucked ass. lol I mean, like I've said before, I HATE whining...but I think now's the time to get it out. Let others see what my...world was....and what it is now...
This is the journal I really intended to post.
I was talking to Gwen on the phone last night. She accidentally sent me a text that wasn't meant for me: "Lets wait a while to tell Arty that we're back together."
I just ranted on someone else's journal. Yeah, talk of homophobia gets me a bit riled... whoops. :/
So a quickie from me to you on Thanksgiving day in CANADA!
Well the other day these terrible contractors the company we're using to renovate our downstairs washroom (a.k.a. powderroom :) ) showed up for the third time only to have the incorrect materials.
Drunk and riding around at 1 AM. This is not how I imagined remembering Rick. He is indestructible. He was indestructible. It’s so hard to believe he’s gone, within one passing second a drunk driver sped past the cross-walk, his best friend unable to pull him back, that fast. Poor kid, he blames himself, I can tell. They say he was killed on impact. That’s good right? Not much pain?