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(no subject) [Sep. 22nd, 2004|09:01 am]
Sick of it All

[feeling like: |predatorypredatory]
[listening to: |Kingspade | Same Ol' Bitches]


another sympathy join...
by my sister...


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Here is yet another investigative report for your unequal, corrupted political council that you call [Sep. 22nd, 2004|01:32 am]
Sick of it All

[feeling like: |determineddetermined]

It seems to me that the story changes constantly. There is never a straight answer from anyone. Is everyone that afraid of the truth? Of course, that's why no one is completely honest anymore. I'm sick of two-faced people and people who strive to use others. I was taught early in my elementary education that America was such a great country because their people were free. Other countries "flock" to America to get their part. I also learned about the basics of the different branches of government. According to the writers of the textbook (who were most likely politicians, which can't be trusted anyway) and the teacher that relied on the information in the textbook to teach her students, if you had a problem you took it to the courts. The courts would then listen equally to both sides and weigh the evidence and make a fair decision based on the information they collected. Now this being the first time I've ever really had to deal with the court system, I find this information that was taught to me to be completely untrue. Keep ReadingCollapse )
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2004|10:55 am]
Sick of it All

[feeling like: |obsessive]

It pisses me off that I'm not over this. I obsess every day about calling him. I come up with a million excuses of why I should call, but what's the point? I know that I will only make him frustrated and feel guilty, and I will just end up getting upset.

It has only been 3 weeks. I know that he won't call me. I can't understand why he decided to do this. I guess that his fear was more important and more comfortable than trying to make it work.


Maybe I'm deluding myself and even though he said that he cared about me, he really didn't. Or not enough.

I guess that he really did think that it would just pop into his head that "this is it." Like what he said to me when we watched Along Came Polly. Obviously, he didn't feel it. I've been kidding myself into thinking that maybe he did, and that's what scared him.

I tried to be what he wanted. It was all on his terms. I don't know what I did wrong, what I wasn't enough of. Maybe nothing would have been enough.
I feel used, like he took advantage of my kindness, the things I did for him. I can hardly recall when he did anything for me.

It's crazy, this sadness. I need a lobotomy.
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2004|11:09 am]
Sick of it All

[feeling like: |enragedenraged]

awww sympathy join by caitirdamisa

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(no subject) [Sep. 18th, 2004|12:14 pm]
Sick of it All

[feeling like: |angryangry]

this is the new community, created by me.

probably end up deleting it as no one will join.


can always try.


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