February 16, 2004

  • What the fuck. Depression isn’t anyone’s fault, it’s a disease. One that has a chemical inbalance, and I can’t help the way I feel. And what the fuck is this attention shit? Why the fuck would I want any attention from you? You’re ignorant. Second of all, I did pick up my shit at Miranda’s. And Mary wouldn’t let me give her any money. Also, I had no time to do anything around the house. I worked every single fucking week day in October, and almost the same in November, which is when I fucking moved back home. I haven’t had any time for myself since September. You’re just fucking pissed cuz I lived at Miranda’s house and you didn’t, I spent more time with her, I knew she was pregnant before you, whatever. You should learn to grow up and pull your backwards hillbilly small town head out of your fucking ass. You know fucking jack shit about my goddamn life and what I’ve been through and never thought to fucking ask, so shut your goddamn pigheaded mouth.


    You won’t amount to anything in life, Ashley. You’re a loser who’s been taking 10th grade English for the past two years, going on three. How the fuck hard is that class that you have to fail it so many times? I don’t see anyone else taking that class three times. You’re cold, inconsiderate, racist, ignorant, and obviously stupid. Just like Gerri, always jumping to conclusions without knowing everything. Those are the dumbest kind of people, who jump to conclusions. You’ve never experienced anything in your life that even comes close to what I have. If you were in my situation, I could guarentee that you would be on heavy drugs, dropped out of school, drinking, or dead. Have you ever changed schools 13 times? Ever get punched cuz your father was drunk and thought it would be funny? Ever get burned by cigarettes cuz your parents were high on cocaine or heroine? Ever had to move out of your apartment in the middle of the night? Ever had to live at your grandma’s house cuz your dad was drinking too much? Ever had to hide in the dark closet cuz you thought your mom was going to kill you? Ever had to find your own food in the house when you were only 3 cuz your parents were high and would cook for you? Ever had to spend th night alone because your dad was at a party all night long and had to get yourself ready for school in the morning when you were 5? HUH???????? I didn’t fucking think so. Keep your fucking mouth shut.

Comments (8)

  • Read what you said about depression and chemical embalances. . Just wanted to let you know I KNOW that it isn’t anyone’s fault. I recently had some kid write about my depression etc and make fun of it on Xanga. . pretty sick .. but yeah it’s no one’s fault, it’s like saying someone who has cancer asks for it. . that’s now true at all. Your not wrong for having depression etc if you do. . just wanted to let you know. Take care

    Jac

  • I don’t know you at all, but I’m sorry you are upset. I hurt when other people do : ) Yeah, depression sucks hardcore. I had it for a pretty long time, but I shook it. : ) have a good day

  • Yes, the world is full of ignorant people who diserve having the shit beat out of them. I’m sorry you’ve been through hell. I may not be as bad off as you but I know what its like to be in the grips of an emotion you have no control over. Who ever said this was your fault is a bitch. good luck..

  • Yeesh, maybe you’re better off without your mom, on your own.  Sounds like you take care of yourself a hell of a lot better than your parents ever took care of you.  You deserved better.  I’m sorry you didn’t receive better.

    Keep the faith.

  • I just added you.  Sorry, your guestbook comment didn’t mention the story at all, so I didn’t get that was your purpose.  I remember now I figured if you wanted to read the story, you’d let me know.  ;)   I guess it worked.

    Peace.

  • your right crystal, she is an ignorant bitch, you shouldnt let her get to you or get you down, an START TAKING YOUR GODDAMN PILLS!!!! lol

  • Wow! I didn’t know Crystal.  I’m here for you.  That’s intense.

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