MorrisseyxAngel

Fish 'n Chips
2001-06-21 03:04:24 (UTC)

"What's your beef with me?..."

Music: Tool to Scream-Zao
Random Thought: I wonder what Morrissey looks like in whipped cream?

I am honestly starting to believe that I have multiple
personalities. I love Tom and all...but....sometimes I just
want to rip his cute little head off. He does the dumbest
things that piss me off really bad. And sometimes he does
nothing at all. I guess I just have like....supressed anger
and I take it out on him cuz he's always there to...take it
out on. That's pretty shitty of me, but I can't seem to
help it. I guess I'm just a drama queen. I start bullshit
fights for no reason, just to get a rise out of him. For
example, he said he'd call me "right back" and like an hour
later he shows up at my door. I'm in the middle of
something. I don't want him to be there. He gets mad.
Should I have the right to get mad? I mean, he SHOULD have
told me he was stopping by. I guess. I don't know. Maybe I
just over-react because my life is pathetic and it's the
only thing to occupy my time. Fighting, that is. He has to
know everything I'm doing at every second of the day. I
have no privacy. I can't even get online without having to
call him first. I'm not his little whore, I don't have to
do everything he says....right? I don't bother him about
everything he's doing. It's one of those typical man
things. Whatever he does is perfectly fine, but if I do
it...well that's a different story then. It's like a sin
for me to even think that I can do something on my own.
Getting online. What the FUCK. I would like to at least be
able to get online and escape from him for an hour. That's
all I ask. A fucking hour. He's pissed at me because I
didn't call him and tell him I was getting online. A little
possessive? I think so. He doesn't understand anything. I
wish he knew how I felt about some things. Fucking weirdo.

Today was a pretty shitty day. I wanted to come home and
sleep for 3 days. I wish I could. But Tom is coming over
early tomorrow...so I can't. I wish I had a life. I wish I
had a life away from here. I wish I had a life where I
could get online when I felt like it. Oh well. Life goes on.

I should call my sister. Poor girl is pregnant, due in
August and I never call her. I'm a bad sibling. Oh well.
She'll get over it.

I think I'll go find a chatroom somewhere along the lines
of "Deseperate Hermaphrodite searching for soul mate" and
engage in a very interesting conversation. Sounds like fun.

-Megan

Oh. By the way.....Tom, I'm sorry. And I love you lots. Lots and lots
and lots and lots and lots and lots ans lots and lots and lots and
lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and
lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
and lots and lots and lots and finallys....lots. (And no, I did not
copy and paste. Damnit.)