Read by the ones that were once silent
Aug. 1st, 2002 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzGassy has enrolled herself for a house. There was a letter from the building corporation saying "Evidence of enrollment" (bewijs van inschrijving). I've been in school so long I can't think normally anymore.
People read my livejournal and then mail me with their support. Well, that's real nice and thoughtful of them...but still.
Yeah, my life is tough at the moment. I get bitchy vampy and I can bite. So deal with it. Most of my rants will be like that and you'd better get used to it. I don't really need a mail in which you all say you're so damn sorry for me and that you'd like to be there for me.
Excuse me, I'm fixing this but I have no idea how. I've less then two weeks to move out. Do you know how fucking scary that is? To realise you could be on the streets? I don't think so. So I just live, I breathe. I only get up in the morning because I know there will be a day that everything's going to be fine.
Sure, I'd love it if I could just lie in some man's arms and sigh and not think of anything, but at this moment I can't handle any more sympathy mails. I'm not a baby, I don't need to be cuddled every time. All I need is for Patrick to show up and give me the key. That's it.
Yes I'm a fucking bitch and I fucking well can snap at you. This is still my Livejournal and if you don't like my attitude I suggest you go and read some barbie-doll's LJ of her look-at-how-perfect-my-life-is stories. Just don't start bugging me.
People read my livejournal and then mail me with their support. Well, that's real nice and thoughtful of them...but still.
Yeah, my life is tough at the moment. I get bitchy vampy and I can bite. So deal with it. Most of my rants will be like that and you'd better get used to it. I don't really need a mail in which you all say you're so damn sorry for me and that you'd like to be there for me.
Excuse me, I'm fixing this but I have no idea how. I've less then two weeks to move out. Do you know how fucking scary that is? To realise you could be on the streets? I don't think so. So I just live, I breathe. I only get up in the morning because I know there will be a day that everything's going to be fine.
Sure, I'd love it if I could just lie in some man's arms and sigh and not think of anything, but at this moment I can't handle any more sympathy mails. I'm not a baby, I don't need to be cuddled every time. All I need is for Patrick to show up and give me the key. That's it.
Yes I'm a fucking bitch and I fucking well can snap at you. This is still my Livejournal and if you don't like my attitude I suggest you go and read some barbie-doll's LJ of her look-at-how-perfect-my-life-is stories. Just don't start bugging me.
