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[Oct. 17th, 2004|12:31 am] |
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Last Reminder! As From Next Week Entries Will Become Friends Only. So If You Read This And Dont Have A Journal Login Then Get One.
Even ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) the_miff has a journal so I see no reason why the rest of you cant have one. :D</large>
And Matts just offered to drive me up to Liverpool AND pick me up when he passes his test if I want to go and see T. Thats a hell of an offer. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2004|11:53 pm] |
It hurts to swallow and breathe even more when I lie down. I can't sleep.
Health Warning: Never Pour Flaming Sambuca In Someones Mouth When They're Asleep On Their Back. Funnily Enough, People Who Are Asleep Dont Realise They Need To Swallow Until The Drink Has Stripped Your Throat Of All Its Lining.
'parently my tongue could have swollen up and suffocated me in my sleep so theres a nice thought.
So it looks like I'm going to be awake for a long long long time to come.
And the heater people are coming at 7am Monday morning. I dont even get a lie in on the day I start late.
( Fuck knows. ) |
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[Oct. 16th, 2004|08:41 pm] |
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I really really really miss you. :(
And I apologise for the amount of posts today. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2004|07:35 pm] |
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AH! MORE HATE MAIL JUST IN!
This time saying "I dont fink you got da message. Your gone get it bitch".
I'm not at all worried.
For these reasons.
Whoever it is cant spell which leads me to believe they are an infant especially when all they had to do was write two sentences.
Whoever it is cant spell my name. They spell it with a Y rather than IE.
My surname is not "Scott".
I live in Southdown not Oldfield Park
And I dont think you've got the message.
You're wasting your time.
And if you persist in sending me trash in the post I'll simply report it as harrassment and then maybe you can learn to spell in an institute for juvenille delinquents.
Write and harrass me when your vocabulary extends beyond bitch, whore, slag, slut, and junkie. K? |
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[Oct. 16th, 2004|07:16 pm] |
I've lost my sex drive.
Completely.
Fuck. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2004|06:46 pm] |
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Anyone who tries to call....I wont answer the phone as I cant talk so try tomorrow. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2004|06:27 pm] |
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Ok so whos clever idea was it to tip boiling hot sambucca down my throat whilst I was passed out on my back?
I'm almost mute and my tongue and throats swollen and blistered and I cant even smoke without it feeling like someone scouring my throat with wire wool.
And I needed reminding why I stopped being around these people when I was fucked?!
So tonight....I'm feeling sorry for myself. I cant even fucking breathe properlly.
Upside is that at work I'm on security all the time because I look threatening and dont have to talk.
I tried working the tills and ended up in tears. I couldnt even have a shower this morning because the heat of the steam was stinging my throat so I've been in tears all day.
Havent slept at all. My rooms well cold.
And blah.
Work. Thats all I've been doing and when i havent been working I've been recovering from work.
Feeling really lonely and finding it impossible to express my feeling to anyone other than when I write it down....even then I cant put my finger on it.
I'm just becoming increasingly more withdrawn and isolated.
Increasingly more mixed up and confused.
I'm lost. I dont know what I doing and why I'm doing it anymore.
Theres no fight left in me.
I'm just going with it.
I'm going to go to bed because I cant speak or breathe or move my neck or swallow so its pretty pointless being awake.
Tomorrow, sleeping all day until the evening and then I'm going to the cinema with Jo and Pic...if I feel better and the swellings gone down. |
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okay