I could go on about my rather general distaste for them for an excessively long time but first and foremost I have to get this off my chest.
The last two parties I've been two, I've had things stolen. The first was a forty dollar bottle of Oyzo spirits which was a massive hit to my wallet on top of the novelty contacts I bought for that party. I got all dressed up as I usually do when I'm attending an outing of some sort, which involves goth make-up and platform boots...then everyone does LCD and lies down on the floor. And those who don't sit awkwardly at the corner of the room texting other people. No-one interacted with anyone else, it was the most dismal and boring waste of my time. I know its my choice...but it takes me a while to get my make-up on and everything, and to have to basically trudge home feeling like I just wasted my night and spent EFFORT on jazzing myself up for such a let-down is just insulting.
The next event which tonight made me think very seriously about self-harm for the first time in a little while. I still might depending on if I find something else to do. Actually, I just did cut myself. Couldn't help it. fresia. No its not emo or whatever that term is supposed to mean, since I just have no other constructive way of getting these destructive emotions out other than physical damage. I get so angry sometimes that Its either I destroy something...or cause physical abuse to my own body. I don't need more people hassling me and getting aggro at me so I'm ******* done. I cut I feel better, because a rush of adrenaline and the brief moment when all else fades away. fresia you for judging me or thinking there's something wrong with me. fresia YOU.
I can't believe some people. I went to a party that was rubbish and boring as usual, no-one interesting to talk to. I didn't much mind since I was on my way out, when a random girl who was at the party approached me in the hallway and asked me if she could wear my hat. I have a lot of really eccentric hats, and this one was a zebra-striped cowboy hat. It was one of my favourite hats. She asked nicely, I obliged and let her wear it. She then takes off running and before I could realize what had happened she had got in the elevator and left. Stealing one of my treasured possessions.
Its the lack of respect. People have no empathy - they don't give a fresia about other people's stuff, because other people aren't THEM, so they literally have no comprehension of them. Everyone is just a game to be played to these people. ******* no respect. If I had of stolen a prized possession of theirs they would have been ******* furious. "Oh buts its just a hat - get over it". It might be just a hat to you - but that's why its not yours. Its mine, and I attach more meaning to it than you because of that simple ******* fact. Another thing was its novelty - the rarity of it makes it unique and hence why it had become a sort of trademark of mine...and now some random loser with the personality of a plank has it. And my arm is covered in blood.
Great night. Can't wait for the next party. YIPPEE.
The last two parties I've been two, I've had things stolen. The first was a forty dollar bottle of Oyzo spirits which was a massive hit to my wallet on top of the novelty contacts I bought for that party. I got all dressed up as I usually do when I'm attending an outing of some sort, which involves goth make-up and platform boots...then everyone does LCD and lies down on the floor. And those who don't sit awkwardly at the corner of the room texting other people. No-one interacted with anyone else, it was the most dismal and boring waste of my time. I know its my choice...but it takes me a while to get my make-up on and everything, and to have to basically trudge home feeling like I just wasted my night and spent EFFORT on jazzing myself up for such a let-down is just insulting.
The next event which tonight made me think very seriously about self-harm for the first time in a little while. I still might depending on if I find something else to do. Actually, I just did cut myself. Couldn't help it. fresia. No its not emo or whatever that term is supposed to mean, since I just have no other constructive way of getting these destructive emotions out other than physical damage. I get so angry sometimes that Its either I destroy something...or cause physical abuse to my own body. I don't need more people hassling me and getting aggro at me so I'm ******* done. I cut I feel better, because a rush of adrenaline and the brief moment when all else fades away. fresia you for judging me or thinking there's something wrong with me. fresia YOU.
I can't believe some people. I went to a party that was rubbish and boring as usual, no-one interesting to talk to. I didn't much mind since I was on my way out, when a random girl who was at the party approached me in the hallway and asked me if she could wear my hat. I have a lot of really eccentric hats, and this one was a zebra-striped cowboy hat. It was one of my favourite hats. She asked nicely, I obliged and let her wear it. She then takes off running and before I could realize what had happened she had got in the elevator and left. Stealing one of my treasured possessions.
Its the lack of respect. People have no empathy - they don't give a fresia about other people's stuff, because other people aren't THEM, so they literally have no comprehension of them. Everyone is just a game to be played to these people. ******* no respect. If I had of stolen a prized possession of theirs they would have been ******* furious. "Oh buts its just a hat - get over it". It might be just a hat to you - but that's why its not yours. Its mine, and I attach more meaning to it than you because of that simple ******* fact. Another thing was its novelty - the rarity of it makes it unique and hence why it had become a sort of trademark of mine...and now some random loser with the personality of a plank has it. And my arm is covered in blood.
Great night. Can't wait for the next party. YIPPEE.
