parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Thought It Was Disneyland Listening To: Nothing She dremt that I shot myself in the head and killed myself. Somone else dreamt on the same night that I jumped off of a wall at the beach and killed myself. Same night. Same outcome. I am calm down by the way. I was always calm down and I am still waiting for that fucking phone call you promised you'd make. Your a joke. I wasn't counting on you calling back. Go have fun and forget about me right? I'm not trying to have people feel sorry for myself, cause they shouldn't. I don't need support for this. I am not weak. You did forget about me. It just shows that you honestly think that this whole thing isn't a big deal; what I told you and what you did. But what it comes down to is I told you something very, very personal, trusting you as a good friend and a person I confide in, telling you not to tell a soul, especially to my other close friends. But you did. And you told it to him like it was a joke. Like it was a fucking joke. That is what it comes down to, Julia. I look behind my shoulder now, wondering if people know. If she knows. If he knows. 'Cause the person you told didn't get the memo that he wasn't supposed to know. Hell, my sister could know. Anyone could know. Paranoia has wrapped around me because of you. This is a big deal Julia. A huge deal to me and that is really all that matters in this situation. Because this is my life. Not yours. 12:53 p.m. - 04-14-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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