Sunday, November 13, 2011

Letter From One Betrayed By All

CAUTION: Extremely foul language!
You jackass, you inconsiderate, violating, jerk. I wish you would drop off the face of the earth. You promise me you will be good, you promise me I can trust you. And yet, I keep a close eye on you, but I cannot keep a close enough eye on you and during the moment I look away, you violate every last bit of trust that inhabits my body. You have ruined my mental state and I will ruin yours. You violate a woman's religious beliefs by making her feel bad for believing so and pressure her into giving into your conniving, thieving ways. You have robbed my last friend-now former friend of her innocense. I dispise your very existance. You have robbed one of the few remaining women to follow a dying tradition to be one less leaving me the only remaining in my circle to do so. I hope you rot in hell you low life of a boy. You do not deserve the mere sustinence you have been given. You make me wish I had done more. But how could I have known you were such a misguided asshole. Go die you prick.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Update

So its been quite a while since I've been on, but I've decided to switch this to a general diary. Some good things, and some bad things have happened. Things are going very well with my on and off boyfriend of a year, and I am visiting him for Christmas. Unfortunately I have a stalker, and he won't go away. I have many projects coming up in school, and I am now looking at the possibility of juggling a restraining order filing in addition to school problems. I had a pretty close friend online who has blocked me on our only avenue of contact for some unknown reason. I am very upset about these things and normally I'd vent to my wonderful boyfriend however the poor guy just started a new job and is exhausted so went to bed early, which means my normal avenue of venting is gone. All in all I'm exhausted. I've also been having to ration my depression mediation until I can find a regular Psychiatrist which is proving very very difficult. Right now I just want to break down, but I know I have to push through this. Now if only my dad would actually take me to church....