Bleh. My computer seems to love to hate me lately.
Anyway, as I was typing before my computer so RUDELY interrupted me by freezing, if any of you are confused about my last entry, the mystery stalker who IMed me the night before last night made his appearance again last night as I was drying my hair and I'm ensured that my suspicions were true. He's blocked now. XD
It's also kind of ironic that my friend Pat (the friend I first thought the fucker was) got a new AIM name today or yesterday and just talked to me today (don't worry, I can tell it's not the same person XD), it seems things are going well for him.
I was wondering who gave the fucker my AIM name last night, and I think it might've been another friend of mine, but I'm not mad at that friend. ^^ Although I honestly don't know WHY this person (the one I blocked) keeps trying to talk to me, I don't fucking like him AT ALL, and I don't WANT to be his fucking friend, because he has never even treated me decently enough for me to even CONSIDER him a friend. >> And if he reads this (which I know he will), I want him to know that I hate him with almost the same amount of passion that I love Billy, and if you don't know how much that is, it's very, VERY much. -.- Get out of my life already! Geez. XP
Regretfully, as I leave a frustrating subject, I must tell you a sad story. I had a very scary and sad dream last night. It's kinda long, and I wrote about it in Advanced Composition as my daily journal today. It's the longest one I wrote so far, and I don't usually write a lot in my journals. :D Anyway, this is a more detailed version of the dream. It's pretty long, so I put it in a cut.
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