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Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness
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Oct 22, 2010 04:33PM

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My math class is on the fourth floor. And I have to go from a freaking basement. Yeah. Welcome to my school.


Isobel *I Tasted The Rainbow* wrote: "Chammy would be sooo proud. And mk, Ivi. Who/what/when/where/why?"
I have... Cassidy (12; Athena), Ivan (10; Poseidon), a depressed Iviana (15; Demeter) and I think that's it.
And anywhere's fie
I have... Cassidy (12; Athena), Ivan (10; Poseidon), a depressed Iviana (15; Demeter) and I think that's it.
And anywhere's fie


Second rant about how annoying my 'friend' is.
F*ck them.
My day was just fine until study hall. Yeah. It just had to get screwed there.
I got four hours of sleep last night cause I couldn't fall asleep until two. So I'm trying to sleep during study hall. It's already annoying sonce I'm asleep outside and I probably lookef like a freaking hobo. Do I really care about tjat? No. Not really. But of course, my friend just have to bother me. I have my earbuds in, but that doesn't mean I'm deaf to their retarded song about my sleep. "I think she's dead." yeah. Thanks, guys. I finally get enough of it, but when I sat up (and I shot up hard, mind you) I bang my head against the marble wall. I never sat up until ten minutes later. Everything went silent for a few seconds. And then, one of them asks the most retarded question ever: "Are you okay?" I stared straight at her: "No. I'm not. So shut the hell up and leave me alone."
Bear in mind, I don't swear around these people. I say crap, and my friend yells at me. I'm pretty freaking sick of them.
I think I cried for five minutes. And I don't like to cry in public. Five minutes of hunching over and my hands clampe on a bump on my head. Tp add on to that, I just got out of ballet and my ankles already hurt enough.
So yeah. I'm pretty pissed, so if I make lame posts, don't be mad. I also hae to leave for a tutoring thing that I don't even want to go to. I just wanna curl up and cry in my rooom but of course, I can't.
F*ck them.
My day was just fine until study hall. Yeah. It just had to get screwed there.
I got four hours of sleep last night cause I couldn't fall asleep until two. So I'm trying to sleep during study hall. It's already annoying sonce I'm asleep outside and I probably lookef like a freaking hobo. Do I really care about tjat? No. Not really. But of course, my friend just have to bother me. I have my earbuds in, but that doesn't mean I'm deaf to their retarded song about my sleep. "I think she's dead." yeah. Thanks, guys. I finally get enough of it, but when I sat up (and I shot up hard, mind you) I bang my head against the marble wall. I never sat up until ten minutes later. Everything went silent for a few seconds. And then, one of them asks the most retarded question ever: "Are you okay?" I stared straight at her: "No. I'm not. So shut the hell up and leave me alone."
Bear in mind, I don't swear around these people. I say crap, and my friend yells at me. I'm pretty freaking sick of them.
I think I cried for five minutes. And I don't like to cry in public. Five minutes of hunching over and my hands clampe on a bump on my head. Tp add on to that, I just got out of ballet and my ankles already hurt enough.
So yeah. I'm pretty pissed, so if I make lame posts, don't be mad. I also hae to leave for a tutoring thing that I don't even want to go to. I just wanna curl up and cry in my rooom but of course, I can't.
Ivi... don't know what to say. I've had bad days, too. Not gonna say "Oh, it's OK, you'll be happy sunshine rainbows tomorrow!" Try to smile, though. It makes happyful. ;)
See... I CAN'T smile. I dunno. If I smile, I start to cry again. Or at least, I want to cry. I wanna curl up amd cry my eyes out, but I can't do that either.
I would say, when you get home or whatever, cry it out. That helps me, I'm sure. Like a dam bursting (and yes, that saying does apply! I never knew until recently). Or umm... I'm out of inspiring similes and metaphors. *_*
Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Second rant about how annoying my 'friend' is.
F*ck them.
My day was just fine until study hall. Yeah. It just had to get screwed there.
I got four hours of sleep last night cause I couldn't f..."
Oh, Ivi. Sounds like you were in a really bad mood; your friends are clearly nowhere as smart or mature as you are and what usually would have never set you off did. D:
Try to be happier, Ivi. <3 ~luuuuuurve~
F*ck them.
My day was just fine until study hall. Yeah. It just had to get screwed there.
I got four hours of sleep last night cause I couldn't f..."
Oh, Ivi. Sounds like you were in a really bad mood; your friends are clearly nowhere as smart or mature as you are and what usually would have never set you off did. D:
Try to be happier, Ivi. <3 ~luuuuuurve~
Thanks, Whim.
I also found out that I might be getting sick. Awesome. Or it might be because I hit my head a little too hard. I feel like crap right now.
I also found out that I might be getting sick. Awesome. Or it might be because I hit my head a little too hard. I feel like crap right now.

FEEL BETTERZ! *hugs*
When Ivi? On Halloween?

My friends are stupid.
They think saying 'I'm sorry' cuts it. Have they learned nothing from my poetry? Apparently not. Retards. -__-
They think saying 'I'm sorry' cuts it. Have they learned nothing from my poetry? Apparently not. Retards. -__-
Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "My friends are stupid.
They think saying 'I'm sorry' cuts it. Have they learned nothing from my poetry? Apparently not. Retards. -__-"
Well, they're your friends, even if you are smarter and more mature (no offense, Ivi's friends), and deeper, too, than them.
Poor souls. They're just too shallow to understand.
They think saying 'I'm sorry' cuts it. Have they learned nothing from my poetry? Apparently not. Retards. -__-"
Well, they're your friends, even if you are smarter and more mature (no offense, Ivi's friends), and deeper, too, than them.
Poor souls. They're just too shallow to understand.
I know, right? ~annoyance~ Thank gods I had club during lunch and had to stay in Spanish for study hall.
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You know, deep down, I always thought my mom felt something toward me more than just utter disdain, really deep down.
Man, was I wrong.
She told me flat out, too, just came with it and said, "I don't care if I'm hurting you, because I don't give a damn about you."
This doesn't come to me as a shocker, because I suspected it all along. That woman never truly cared for me, unless you count being treated as a pet for amusement being 'cared for'. I didn't really feel anything like hurt or pain, just anger. Angry that I'd tried to make myself believe I was worth something to her, angry that I actually cared enough to make her proud when the feeling wasn't mutual, angry that I was letting her get to me, so I ran away. Of course, the only person who would really truly worry much over my absence was my dad, but I cared enough to let him know where I was going.
After my auntie assured me she would shelter me and not tell a soul, part from my father, I got settled into the couch and fell asleep. I woke up a little later than 1AM, and had a breakdown in the middle of a lone living room. It was just about the saddest thing I'd ever done, second only to the time I ran away and got myself lost in the woods.
I went to school, in my Slytherin robes for Halloween spirit, and everyone thought a had outdone myself, so that cheered me up--Until my friend blew her top on me for going trick-or-treating with her. I felt so pissed, because she has no clue of what I'd gone through that night, and I didn't need her bullsh*t. I left school feeling pretty bad, and then I got to my sanctuary, aka my auntie's house, and I felt miserable trying to cheer myself up with a handful of candy-corn, staring blankly at the floor.
All in all, I had a pretty f*cked up day.
Man, was I wrong.
She told me flat out, too, just came with it and said, "I don't care if I'm hurting you, because I don't give a damn about you."
This doesn't come to me as a shocker, because I suspected it all along. That woman never truly cared for me, unless you count being treated as a pet for amusement being 'cared for'. I didn't really feel anything like hurt or pain, just anger. Angry that I'd tried to make myself believe I was worth something to her, angry that I actually cared enough to make her proud when the feeling wasn't mutual, angry that I was letting her get to me, so I ran away. Of course, the only person who would really truly worry much over my absence was my dad, but I cared enough to let him know where I was going.
After my auntie assured me she would shelter me and not tell a soul, part from my father, I got settled into the couch and fell asleep. I woke up a little later than 1AM, and had a breakdown in the middle of a lone living room. It was just about the saddest thing I'd ever done, second only to the time I ran away and got myself lost in the woods.
I went to school, in my Slytherin robes for Halloween spirit, and everyone thought a had outdone myself, so that cheered me up--Until my friend blew her top on me for going trick-or-treating with her. I felt so pissed, because she has no clue of what I'd gone through that night, and I didn't need her bullsh*t. I left school feeling pretty bad, and then I got to my sanctuary, aka my auntie's house, and I felt miserable trying to cheer myself up with a handful of candy-corn, staring blankly at the floor.
All in all, I had a pretty f*cked up day.
I can't say I can sympathsize. I can say ~*huggles*~ and that I wanna go find you and give you a real hug instead of the virtual stuff that we have to do. You know that I've gone through a period of hating myself, but you shouldn't hate yourself, because honestly? It sucks. Worse than you can possibly imagine. Try to find things that make you smile (i-ron-y) and try to be positive. I know it's pretty damn hard, but... try. That's all I can really say.
When you have people like you, Ivi, it'a kind of hard not to smile. I can never tell you how much it means to me that you at least try to relate, or understand, even you just giving a single comment, that means a lot to me.
And I say: ~*huggles*~
And I say: ~*huggles*~
You're welcome. Rawr, Van.
Now... I need to deal with school problems because apparently, my math teacher screwed up my grade and I have four missing assignments. Fudge. Muffin.
Now... I need to deal with school problems because apparently, my math teacher screwed up my grade and I have four missing assignments. Fudge. Muffin.
Ghetto swearing ftw.
I totally bombed my Algebra exam today. >.> Oh well.
I totally bombed my Algebra exam today. >.> Oh well.
I should've taken Spanish, because I'm not fluent enough in the language to know about grammar and accents. @-@ Either I give up trying to learn French, or I try to learn proper Spanish....Meh, I still have a year to figure it out.
Iunno if I wanna take French 1 next year... Spanish is easy for me, but my parents can help me with French...
French is best :) Van, I hope you're feeling better. I know a friend who's (whose?) mom doesn't like her or say she loves her, too, and I know I can't relate. I just feel :*) that you would share with us your terrible experience... if I had a teleportation device, I'd go use it to give you a hug... and get Ivi so she can, too.
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