G.G.

Bisexual Life, basic i guess
2001-10-29 14:51:51 (UTC)

LAST ENTRY

Ok this is my very last entry... after this you guys will
all just have to email me or something to find out how im
doing. Cause "ZENIA" or "Zee" is making shakee paranoid,
think she's gonna leave me. Dont know what i did, or wrote
in here... but its obviously causing a problem. So im
stopping it. Shake just left me a second ago... just up and
left, said goodbye that she'd talk to me later and left!
DIDNT SAY I LOVE YOU BYE... just ttyl...bye........omg! OH
well, im crying now... gonna go to my room and delete all
but the first entrie... goodbye people think back and
listen to something while you do it... think back to all
the great times. Goodbye... thanks for all your support,
but i just wanna die right now. Shakee yelled at me, im
that bad of a person i guess, she dont wanna talk to me
anymore, just block me, something about me and emy. FUCK
YOU ZENIA! I HATE YOU RUIN MY LIFE! MAKE SHAKEE PARANOID!
HURT HER LIKE THAT?! WTF!! YOU"RE NOT A FRIEND! FRIENDS
DONT DO THAT TO ONE ANOTHER! ..... im gonna be just fine...
she'll come back she loves me. Emy is upset cause shakee
aint talking to her, turns out they still hate each other,
and well they were just getting along. Mmmm, well thats the
end of that.... bye

--G.G. out

:)

Ok, im adding on to this entry. telling you how painful it was to
delete all these. It causes shakee pain, well then its gone, thats
all there is to it. I learned a hard lesson.... dont every give your
feelings to people, sure they may love you too, but it all hurts in
the end, you end up hurting them or they you. Life sucks, we are all
better off dead... at lest thats my closing statment... emy asked me
not to delete this, said it was my release, and yes it was. And every
entry i deleted hurt BAD! im gonna change my password to a bunch of
scrambles... if you wanna reach me... email me here

[email protected]
or call me, im home sick today... coughing from eating chocolate.
Please Shakee, i beg of you CALL ME PLEASE!!! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
you too emy, please, i have to tell you whats wrong... i really
gotta. I cant deal with my life anymore... everythings falling apart.
and to think it was just great yesterday! GREAT! my old journal
entries are now kept in encrypted files hidden on my harddrive.
Goodbye forever people... ill talk to you later. Oh, thats right, no
i wont.

--G.G.