Here I am, up late, can't sleep, wishing I didn't feel like this. I wish I wasn't angry, but I am. If I was sad, crying myself to sleep, wanting to die, it would be beter than this, cuz at least that...didn't even care enough about me to open the fucking box that I left for her!!! I put so much work into that box and she didn't even have the sommon descency to look inside, and I hate her fo it!  

I hate how much i love this guy.. I hate the time we've met and became close.. I hate the way he dressed.. I hate the way he talks.. I hate when someone is mentioning his name.. I hate it when people keeps on talking about him when I'm around.. I hate him as he is.. And Im gonna hate him for the rest of my life!

Isn't the whole point of temping to be not permanent? I was told verizon wasn't interested in me for the assignment because I made it sound like I would be looking another job in the mean time. Well, this...hate them all. I hate putting in time and getting no where. My life has reached a new low. When I get back from New Orleans I'm applying to any place I can find. I think Dunkin Donuts is hiring

Today sucks, majorly. I've been looking forward to today, all month long. There was supposed to be an event, a martial arts, self defense, tae bao type thing going on in the Mount Laurel campus lounge...said, yeah, it's here, but nothing. GRAH!!! Worst of all  (In my opinion) I'm going to be out of focus for my Amistad test becaue I haven't eaten since 9? grrr... So pissed off, this just isn't my week

All I see is red. As I am getting older...when I am angered I lose the sight of my mind to think clear. A new thing has came along since then. Anger makes my blood boil and as it boils, it rushes through my veins pumping my heart with an andrenaline rush which lead to Stage 1 of my blood rage. As this continues and more anger is heightened it moves to Stage 2. In this stage...my left eye (the one...

As some of you may or may not know, I was shafted by my previous employer Paul Graham when he failed to pay my last months wages, all entitled holiday and redundancy money. I did however notice on Wednesday...that he has offered to represent all three of us legally to claim back the money we are owed. But my dark mood still wants to put a brick in his window and my foot through his skull.........

SO I went out with David to see Igor today, eat a calzone from his work, and went over to Bailey's to play Rock Band. WHICH IS AWESOME. I made a super emo skinny androgenous man with white hair with...PERSON. MY GOOD NIGHTS CONSIST OF DRAWING AND PLAYING VIDEO GAMES. NOT PARTYING AND GETTING HIGH OR WILD SEXCAPADES. SERIOUSLY. And you know what?! I DON'T LIKE TO SLEEP WITH PANTS ON. GET OVER IT

...think to myself "God I wish these people would die." "I wish I would die." "Why is everybody so stupid?" Even though I don't think I really mean it. I think i'm just taking all of the hate and anger I've built up over the years and throwing it in every direction and at every person and situation within reach. I'm completely miserable and I'm trying to pass all of that misery onto everybody else...

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Damn!  He just won't seem to leave me alone. Yet again, he is haranging me to death about my personal life and what-not. That's none of his business. I am alone, because I chose to be alone. I don't...I just think it turns him on more. I don't want to do that. I want to drive him away....far away....perferably over a cliff. I am tired of venting about him. I am going to bed. MONICA