writefiction: (Aaron's Bass)

So I got, like, 2 hours sleep last night. I've been up for almost 4 hours now. I was so completely overwhelmed last night. Too much death in the last two years. People were making shitty comments about Michael Jackson and it pissed me off. After all the amazing music he brought us and all the musicians he influenced, why ya gotta make jokes when he dies? Yeah, I'll probably laugh about them later in life and probably even tell the ones I remember. But it's not cool to say them before he's even buried, before the body is even cold. It's disrespectful. It's even kind of cruel. Especially the kind of jokes that were being made. And srsly, I love Tony to death and he's usually hilarious and I love his music old and new. But those jokes are uncalled for at this time. Give it a year or two. Let people grieve.

On to my own stupidty. I should really have it tattooed across my forehead that people should take whatever I say after ten PM with a grain of salt. My sleeping pills make me loopy and 99% of the time give me amnesia. I've eaten whole meals without knowing it. Srsly. And when I do remember things, I don't know if it was reality or a dream. It freaks me out.

So at like 2o'clock in the morning I cursed Tony out for making those jokes about MJ. Then I of course linked him to the post before this one, stating that this was the reason for being so harsh. He read it and wrote back that he didn't get how that had to do with anything. And he just didn't understand it at all. I felt like a complete idiot. But hey, it makes a ton of sense to me. Maybe we're just not on the same page. Idk.

Now I'm going, Shit I cursed out Tony! I basically gave him a twitter bitch slap....or at least that's how it feels. I'm also going, Shit! I gave TONY FUCKING LOVATO my eljay address! *facepalm* At least my very first attempt at MESTfic (which was the worst Mary sue crap) isn't posted here. Altho the sequel was entitled Fuck Bunnies and included Jer and some underaged dude. Okay so in the first story he was under— We're going to shut up about this now.

So I accomplished this all before six am. I'm pretty proud of my productivity level for the day o_O

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writefiction: (chucks)

So many people have died not only in the past few days, but also in these past two years. It has creeped me out, made me so depressed that I'm actually crying as of before I even started writing this post. I never ever thought Michael Jackson would die. He was always one of those people you thought would last forever. Now I'm sorry I never went out and bought Thriller and the only thing I ever had was Jackson 5's Greatest Hits. I used to listen to that cd while I drifted to sleep every night when I was 13.

I feel like I should be chain-smoking while I write this. And tonight proves I must have alcoholism in my blood because I want to get drunk off my ass right now and forget everything that's going on right now. All these deaths and how today is the third half birthday of Emilie's that she's missed since she died. If she were alive she would be 22 & 1/2 years old. She's been gone for 2 & a quarter years today exactly. I'm still not over it.

My sister is on strict bedrest with the twins. The doctor is hoping for another 2 & 1/2 weeks with those babies inside her. And Jessica is stupid and thinks she can go up&down the stairs two or three times a day and all this other shit. She's stupid. Her luck they'll come while we're down there Saturday because she won't keep her fat ass planted in bed! So with all these deaths and because my sister is stupid and because they've put her on a monitor and IV meds that I'm now freaking out about the twins. I don't think I can take much more.

And god, when my dad called the other day he was really upset because he'd fucked up and missed all those years of our lives and he doesn't think he has much time to make it up to me. He knows he's lost Jess & Troy forever. But he's still got Kev, me, Nessa, and Minnie. Plus their kids. But he won't have Jessica's twins. And I'll never have kids so really he's screwed in the grandkid arena.

I just want some hope in my life. I want some happiness. Mostly I'm sick & tired of being so depressed of so many people dying whether I knew them personally or not. It's been a hell of a last two years and I'm sick of it.

I feel like I'm drowning, drowning in heartach and tears. I just wish someone could save me. That's what I want: I want to be saved.

Won't you save me?

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