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Monday, November 29, 2010
I feel like I have lost an immense amount of ethical appeal this school year, thus far. And I'm willing to bet its because I've gone probably a month with not giving a crap about anything or anyone...My bad.
It gets tiring you know, being a people pleaser and always happy. Its hard swallowing your always being bruised pride, swallow your jealousy and small annoyances. But I don't like it when people don't like me :( I like to make people happy teartear. (Uh duh, you just said you were a people pleaser. Stoopid.)
I want to go back to happy, peppy, I'll-brighten-your-day-or-make-you-die-of-annoyance-trying, lets-be-best-friends, Vicki.
But I'm preeeeetty sure no one's going to give her a second chance after this dry spell of apathy =w=
Note to self: LAWL YOU SUCK, SELF♥
Much Love, Vicki.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
There must be something very wrong here.With the amount of people claiming that they love "so and so," how can there still be so many people on this planet feeling abandoned and unloved?
It doesn't make sense.
I don't get it at all.
Much Love, Vicki.
I know who I am. I am who I am. I even used to be proud of who I am.
But now every time you reject me, every time you ridicule me, it makes me so ashamed of everything, or anything, about me.
I'm too loud. I'm too obnoxious. I'm too ugly. I'm too fat. I'm too stupid. I'm too weird.
But I try and change and suddenly...
I'm too quiet. I'm too much of a conformist. I'm trying too hard. I'm too skinny. I'm too much of a smart ass. I'm too boring.
But probably the worst part about all of this is even though you have these ever changing expectations on me, my heart still pounds every time you IM me. Every time you smile at me. Every time you approach me first, hold my hand, hug me, kiss me. Every time you accept me, whether I'm being fake or real. I don't even care to distinguish anymore.
You still have this magic fairy effect one me and I hate it.
Wear off already.
Much Love, Vicki.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
I'm no longer afraid of death or the possible consequences in the afterlife.I'm just scared of the consequences it would bring to the people who might still care for a screw up like me.
I'm sorry for being selfish.
i give up on you.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
So, I feel the need to tell the world the little things that people do that PISS. ME. OFF.1. Tapping/poking me to get my attention. (extra stfu points if you tap/poke me repeatedly)
2. Yanking my earbuds out of my ears. (extra gtfa points if I was listening to a song i liked)
3. Bumping into me (extra fu points if you don't say sorry)
4. Shoving things in front of my face (extra wtf points if the object touches my face and/or the object is something i don't like)
5. Hooding me. (i swear to god if you ever hood me i ASSURE you i will hate you for a very short or long period of time. I. Hate. Being. Hooded)
There wasn't really a point to this post, I don't think...No there wasn't. But there will come a day where I explode on all of your asses and I won't just laugh it off when you do these 5 things.
Much Love, Vicki.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I don't say sorry all that often. It really is a rare occasion. Because I tend to have this old-fashioned thinking that if you don't feel sorry, then just don't apologize. I mean, first you hurt the poor kid's feelings, and then you're going to LIE to them too? Double the butt hurt, son.So yeah. I'm not going to say sorry to you because I just...don't feel apologetic. Yes, my outburst was fueled by annoyances by other things and people. But seriously. You're just the kind of person that SHOULD be yelled at. You're the type that needs to be taught a lesson.
Always getting into people's business, always bossing people around and giving people crap advice. You may be somewhat academic smart, but when it comes to social stuff you're as dumb as a rock. You really wonder why people don't like you? It's because you're always complaining about how fat you are. And how ugly you are. And how no one likes you. Boohoo. You already conform, so why don't you just conform the right way? You can't even COPY people right, and yet you try and act like you know what's good for me.
News flash. I can take care of myself, Ms. Nazi. I don't need you butting into a situation that you haven't even come close to in your life since you suck with guys. There have been so many people who have asked how I was and made me feel like they cared. Why didn't I get that vibe from you? Oh. Because everything is always about YOU. If you really wanted me to stay away from Peter you don't think you could've done it in a mature way? Instead of being an obnoxious little brat about it?
And don't bring up the fact that I made you promise to not let it happen again while I was on some freedom high. Because I could just as easily bring up every single time you say "OH MY GOOOOD. I'M SO FAT. DON'T LET ME EAT SNACKS!" and then you ask for everyone's food, acting all offended whey they don't give you any food. Its the same thing. Except I don't blame my problems on a thyroid gland issue. El. Oh. El.
Much Love, Vicki.
