Why is it that people have the nasty habit of ruining the lives of my darlings?
God. I am starting to lose what good mood I had for the morning... if only because there are several things I want to address now.
*Note to the public: This will also be copied onto my dark blog.*
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DAMN IT ALL TO FARDEN HELL
ISIS! What (
the fuck) is
THIS???
Ano nanaman ang pumasok sa utak mo at tinotopak ka nanaman?! (ed~ trans:
what got into your mind this time and you're acting so screwy?!)
Who do I have to
fuxing kill to get it through to your head NOT to go all depressed like this?!
By the GODDESS! What's gotten into you? You're not like
this? Well, not to my knowledge anyway -- *blinks* SHIT.
M'eudail (ed~ trans gaelic:
my darling; my treasure), why are you hitting yourself over and over again when you shouldn't even be thinking that way?
I
swear. If I have to lay the fuxing law down yet again and earn your anger I WILL START keeping you away from the people who *obviously* set this trail of thought to move in a friggin' chain reaction in the first place!
And DOLL! DO NOT TELL ME that you are attending that LOUSY V-day date tonight? I know you said that you canceled everything except the one with
Kale, but please --
PLEASE reassure me that you are
not going to be the fuxing martyr and go to that thing with Soc just because you feel fuckin' obligated to go!
You, as my sister should know that it doesn't count if you're going at frickin' gunpoint to an affair that should be FUN.
Farden bloody, everlasting, shitty hell.
I am NOT going to stand by and watch all this happen.
NEXT
Mon chere... as I said in you comments box, you just say the word and I'll do what I can to inflict an incredible amount of
pain to the two bastards who are
obviously TOO STUPID to realize
how much damage they're causing.
*swears loudly in every language she knows*
TANG-I-NA. I swear Kai, papatayin ko na sila. *pauses* Well, maybe not
kill them, but damn well make them suffer all the possible tortures that I can conjure up.
-->I know the RULE
Harle. I know that the Rede disallows inflicting pain to others -- but by the God! I
WILL disregard the Rede (just--this--once) and do everything short of ending their miserable little lives as payment for what misery they've caused Ekai.<--
To Hell and Hades with the Threefold Law -- I WILL accept the farden punishment if that's what penance I have to do for Kai's sake.
NODOBY HAS BLOODY THE RIGHT TO DO WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO HER -- TO
ANYBODY.
Screw this.
NEXT
Kale.
Pare, chill. It's okay to feel the slightest bit shitty. Right now, I'm thinking we all feel as shitty as that, considering that all hell is practically breaking loose on earth.
F~~~. I swear, I'm gonna need a farden massage by the time I'm done with this.
Back to YOU Sis. Look, cher, life's a fuxing bitch who needs to get laid
yet again. And basically, all I have to tell you is THIS:
You don't want to go to cheering practice. Then
don't. Screw the fact that I'm fucking B.I. right now (ed~ trans: Bad Influence.). what matters the most to me at this point is seeing you
happy. Because at the moment I'm not. Fuck. Hell. Do you think MY farden life is okay m'love?
Okay:
NEWSFLASH. I went into a fucking hysterical fit the other night and thankfully, I was still thinking coherently when I texted Mai.
Why oh,
fuxing why didn't I text you?! Because, baby
doll, at that
lousy state of mind
I didn't want to burden you with all the negatives that had been screwing with my entire system from the night me and
Athens actually vented out whatever shit was still stored in the system. Athens about the fact that she feels more than a little alone over there in Aussie -- and me over the issue that was never resolved -- never fuxing closed -- until I finally got to scream, rant and tear my whole sanity to bitter shreds on the carpet.
You want to know just how
much crap I've kept in so that I could finally get
my sister back from the dead??!! YOu go and ASK Athens what graves I dug up.
Graves, my love, you supplied to me back in the latter end of 4th-fucking-year! Graves the BOTH of you tossed in MY direction.
GOD!
I'm farden passed all that now, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I survive Sis, and it was the thought that a gap had formed betweeen You, and Me, and Her that's been killing me. Dagnabit! Can't you SEE just how it KILLS me that MY LIFE -- at fucking present -- is in absolute shambles and that the only things I live for now are Wednesdays and
all of you who are dear to my own heart.
TAMA NA NGA!.
I am so
sick of hearing
you two feeling the goddamn hell
sorry for yourselves when there's
so much to celebrate in the world!
Dang it! There as friggin'
war about to break loose, people
died on a shuttle that landed wrong. Somebody very dear to me attempted suicide a couple of months back, is on friggin' medication, is seeing a bloody shrink who DOES NOT UNDERSTAND a farden thing. And where am I?
--Here. Stuck in the rut that is supposedly my home. Where another person who I would gladly give my life for is depressing herself with
friends (excuse my sarcasm, please, but I am through with being
nice) who DO NOT know *half* of her worth. Act the fucking hell as if
sila lang ang may karapatan na samahan siya (ed~ trans: they are the only ones with the
right to hang around her), and honestly make me
want to puke my farden lungs out in complete disgust.
No one can force you to do what they want unless you allow them to force you to do what they want.
F***. I'm one of those. I am so SICK and TIRED of what HELL I happen to be stuck in
every friggin' day I have to go to sit in a class who I no longer keep any love for.
Fuck this. I'm out.
I don't have any strength left in me. And I sure as hell
will try not to let this bloody moronic thing destroy what started out to be a very hopeful V-day.
I dunno about the rest of you -- but loves, heads up -- it's Valentine's Day. And I mean a day to
spend quality time with people you
love.
Read: PEOPLE. not significant other/not boyf/not boytoy or whatever else you might want to call them.
PEOPLE. Your family, your friends -- those
who matter. I believe that's how you termed the rest of us Isis.
*sighs*
Darling, my own, angel-eyes. I'm not mad. I'm just tired. Can we all just get past this shit? Please? I got you back after a looooong summer of awkwardness and such. I am NOT going to allow Brenna and the rest to suffer another rift between us.
LYS, Isis.
Always us. Remember?
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To the rest of you, I hope you forgive the sudden burst of negative emotion. I'm just tired.
Ciao,
mon chere amis.
