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Ezoic
2002-05-12 17:28:30 (UTC)

Layers of paint.

Well. Today is mother's day and it sure has been
interesting. Billy Bob (the guy that I love.yeah) came
online and apoligized for not talking to me yesterday when
I was trying to talk to him, and then he had to go because
his girlfriend called. whoo. Then I hear something about me
that says I am a bitch and I shouldn't write about other
people in my journal. If people are a part of my life, and
this journal is about my life...then I should write about
it..right? I don't think I've ever made it so blatently
obvious of whom I'm talking about unless I say their code
name. Like Billy Bob, I talk about him all the time! Ah,
the world is such a confusing place. Especially when people
don't know the real meaning behind something you say and
you don't get a chance to explain it so they go all postal
on you. That bugs me.
You know what bothers me too?! When people tell you to be
yourself, but when you are, you are considered 'werid'
or 'not trendy'. I don't f*ckin get it! When you strip away
all the layers of paint that you've put on for the world,
all that's left is you and you have nothing left to show
the world, and if the world doesn't accept that then you
feel as if you are nothing. Whoo boy is that how I feel!
It's like no one can accept me for who I am inside. See, I
stripped away a lot of paint to be myself in front of
someone, but when I did, I had to put more layers back on
to hide me to be who they wanted me to be. WELL GUESS WHAT?
ALL YOU PEOPLE CAN KISS MY ASS! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO ACCEPT
ME, TOUGH SHIT.


Have a nice day!


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