Yes, I am a horrible person. So I might have let you slip away from me, sure. Do I feel guilty? Not one bit.
To tell you the truth, I love myself. From my bitchyness to my shyness, I love it all. You never brought out anything amazing in me. Well, okay, another lie on my death bed.
You brought out the side that people love me for. My ability to remain patient through anything and my ability to give a damn. Or pretend to, anyway. These gifts, these burdans, you've helped me find them. A thanks is in order. But don't count your blessings yet, you also hurt me. Betrayed me. I felt like you used me.
In the wake of /your/ mistake I managed to find my grace. Not in the form of realization or medicine, but in the form of a person. Sometimes even angels need angels.
Brittany is getting on my last fucking nerve like you don't even know. Stress balls aren't going to help me this time. Tomorrow, I fear, if she brings up the Donny situation, I'll snap. I really will snap. The Kat. Snapping. Can you believe it? This girl is trouble wrapped in lace.
So much has happened but I won't bother to type it all up. Why would I? I doubt anyone still reads this anymore. The centre of attraction involving me deals with my prose, not my blogs/journals anymore. That does not mean I will abandon them, though. Never.
Oh yeah, my dad's gone for six more weeks. Speaking of which,
I skipped today. For the first time. Well, technically. It felt awesome. I think I'll do it again next Tuesday, too. The only problem is is that I didn't think my dad would find out. Wrong. He'll know I was absent during Science and question me about it. Have I dug my own grave? Will even my lying skills be enough to save my skin? Damn, I hope so. In any case, I suspect I'll have one class next semester that I can skip, too. I plan on doing it more often because really, school is one of the last things on my priority list now.
Amazing. I never would have even thought of skipping this time last year. I thought it was a sinned and that only losers, potheads, and whores do it. Apparently freaks do it, too.
kthxbai. <3
Toxicity;;: 
Tired/Happy
Beat;;: SICK Boy - Kill Hannah