God dammit. God dammit, god dammit, god dammit. Riley's moving out of my sister's house. They weren't queer enough for him. Goddamn ******** homo.
Anyway, to clarify my last entry, I passed my DoR. I made myself look like an a*****e, constantly rephrasing and reiterating my thoughts when no further elaboration was necessary and stalling like all ********, but was almost wholly honest (apart from that "everyone's feelings matter" thing; it physically pained me to say that [but I'm pretty sure you could see it on my face so it's okay if they find out]). I really didn't think they would, but they ate it up. I'm coming back to school after spring break to learn exciting things and find an end to my means and hang with my BFFs. I also think we're moving again, so I don't know how that's gonna work. Oh well.
I feel hopeful and powerful, but not in an inspirational quote kind of way; more in the way that makes you want to die and kill for love. Again, the wishes-it-was-a-paradox of having (or really, in a sense, actually wanting [any/]) no one for whom to carve hearts is, literally, disheartening.
Things are good. I have nothing left to say.
Herr Fotze · Mon Mar 24, 2008 @ 03:51am · 0 Comments |