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Answer me.
10.11.2004 | 11:28 am Well, I would like to say that I had a spastic episode yesterday, but if I were to tell the truth, I tihnk I just took too much medication. I've said it before & I'll say it again - Miranda does everything to excess. So it goes like this, I get off the phone with James and I feel fine. I take out my earrings, put in new ones, and stand up. And fall right the fuck back down. I fell numb, yet tingly at the same time and I'm cold. I start sweating and decide the best thing for me is a glass of ice water. I stand up and my world goes black&white and my ears start ringing. I stumble into the living room and fall on the floor. My dad helps me up and sits me up against the wall, then brings me a glass of ice water. I drink a few sips and realize I'm practically drenched in sweat. I feel ill, so I got to the bathroom were I puked. I was fine after that. I changed clothes and got "a talk" from the parentals. I am going to end up in an institution or rehab. I am. I know it. I don't want to go anywhere like that. It would make things so much worse. I can't be locked up like that and I can't be deprived of all things bad for me. I'd go bonkers. And when someone says, "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" and I say "AA" - I'm so not even kidding. But it's nice that they laugh and think I am. I hate Eminem. His retarded, little gimick is getting annoying. And now he's just ripping off hooks from his old songs. It's pathetic. He's a washed up 28 year old rapper. L to the O to the S-E-R. James calls. Fuck you guys. |
