Because there's nothing else to do...

... on days like these.


Sometimes I frustrate myself. I have stuff I really REALLY should be doing which I am putting off because I would much rather watch 'A Very Potter Musical' than learn my monologue right now. I would say it's because I want to relax but I actually feel really tense and horrible. I almost feel like crying.
What the fuck happened to my SPACE!
I don't fit in here anymore... my rooms been trashed by god knows who and my siblings fucking hate me. I can't deal with there noise and they can't deal with my silence.
Having siblings sucks, they constantly want to hum and sing and talk and interrupt what your watching and drive you mad.... eat your food, try on your clothes, sleep in your bed and go through your stuff...

Sometimes they act like you, crush on your friends or show off... sometimes I want to kill the damn things.

*sigh* RANT RANT RANT!!!


In other news... I might move blogs soon... so you can't find me.

That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx

Good Golly Miss Molly...

...I retract all previous statements toward you.

I don't hate you.

And you are NOT a Stalker.

You are Miss Molly.

Also though, due to you and Adrian I AM thinking of deleting this blog because it's not as fun when people I know can read it...

=/

It makes it less real.

Idk.

That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx

Because this is MY blog...

...and just a blog at that...

Dear Adrian.

Yes, you are a drama magnet and I don't think I have to defend that. I have experienced some of that drama first hand and not only is it hard on the people around you but sometimes it turns you into someone I don't recognise. Example? The Justin fiasco. I'm not saying this to be cruel or nasty but purely to be honest. I LIKE you. We are a lot alike. We have ridiculous amounts in common... but I just cannot be fucked dealing with not just you but the rest of your groups politics. I just got out of that mess, and I have enough problems of my own... and truth be told, it wouldn't be good for you to have me back in that capacity either. When I told you I was done being walked over, I meant it, and since then I've been trying to tell the truth from "Yes your bum looks big in that" to "Yes, you are wrong in this situation." Fuck sugar coatings. I now say what I mean.

So if this all goes so well and god damn it I've been making an effort... I wont have time for anyone If I get into WAAPA and the trivial problems of others aren't going to register on my radar. Call me shallow or bitchy or... whatever.

I mean to be really good friends... to bestest best buddies again, we'd have to deal with all of the crap that happened. I mean do you really think you snapped your fingers and hey presto, I had forgiven you for making my PREVIOUS best friend hate me?

No... never.

I'm not over that.

I don't know if I ever will be and I don't feel as if I could ever trust you in the same way again.

So I dunno, make of this what you will.

Feel free to never speak to me again if that's what makes you happy.

But I do enjoy talking to you.

And I note that I'm probably the most honest person you know right now.

Just saying.

That's all she wrote,

- Miss Bailey

Xx

P.S. How long have you been reading my blog?

...

...

Dear Blondie,
STOP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF! The frog doesn't want you and it's time to MOVE ON!
>__<
I just hate women who don't appreciate themselves or value themselves enough to leave slef destructive relationships.
I think of relationships AS ships. If your ship is sinking, get the fuck off it... though all the pain and freazing water, or go down with it too.
>__>

Mr. James.
I don't deal well with criticism... especially when it is in no way constructive.

Dear Central park,
What the fuck happened to you. Where's the pretty emo boys and more importantly, who let the rank "gangsta" fucks move in?
Makes me want to be old skool emo again, just to show the derro fucks.

Dear Doctor,
Your okay. Or, you will be okay. I send you much love.

OH...

Adrian...
wtf?


Xx

Because somtimes...

... This is all I have.

I'm on my third glass of wine and I'm feeling quite good. I had like, a list of things I felt I needed to say but there all the way over there and I really can't be bothered waking up The Boyfriend for Blogspot.
I love you I swear.

I just finished reading 'The Petty Details of so-and-so's Life' and it's made me feel wired around the tummy area. That bit where Emma seems a bit too familiar and where Blue and Elaine feel like The Boyfriend and his mother. This book is about a woman who can't cope, an angry young man, a lesbian, and a dad who lost his family and his mind many years ago.

It pulls at my heartstrings.

Does anyone ever want to write something totally inappropriate... like, "Hi, I just had an orgasm." or "I'ma go have sex now." on here?

I keep getting urges to do that. =P

That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx