Strawberry Covered Razorblades's blog: "Broken Wings"

I don't normally bitch or complain. I like to just handle things and keep it to myself. I am beyond the exploding point, I am going to strangle the next person who toys with my emotions. I am sick of people telling me that they care about me when they really don't. I've come to realize that there are very few people in this world that actually do care about me that don't have their heads shoved so far up their asses. Most people are only out for number one (themselves) I mean yes it is good to look out for yourselves but sometimes you need to stop and think about other people. I try to hard to be there for others maybe its time to just crawl into a hole and forget about everything.

At times I wish I could just turn of my mind. I often ponder what if you could really have that surgery that is in the movie Enternal Sunshine of the spotless mind? I have come to realize though, that I wouldn't have it done. I guess it is better to have our memories to reflect on. As much as some of those memories hurt...

I started recieving perverted messages from some guy, I kindly told him I wasn't a slut yet he continued sending me these messages so this is the outcome (read from the bottom up): ->knowom: Slut? I'm not the one sending somebody sleezy messages, get a life asshole. knowom: well whatever slut bye ->knowom: No. I am just not a fucking whore. knowom: wow your a up tight prude ->knowom: If you dont fucking stop I will block you, I dont give a fuck how hard your dick is. You are lucky I am no where near you i'd chop the damn thing off. knowom: my dick is so hard right now I bet your pussy is really tight I'm a prude because I wont cyber with some asshole? Wow, some people need to get a life.