FUTUREMRSFILLION

I am sick of myself. I am sick of my life. I am sick of being sick. I watched a documentary last night about a man who was diagnosed with ALS at the age of 29. He fought tooth and nail to stay alive, and died at 39 because of accident. I KNOW that I have much to be thankful for, and that I am better off than most people. But I get tired of everyday being a struggle. Everyday brings one more emergency I have to deal with, one more bill I have to figure out how to pay, one more drama that has to be lived through. I have bronchitis again. I am sick of me and I am sure everyone else is too. boo hoo boo hooo booo hooo. I wish myself would just shut up. :disappointed:

PHOENIXROSE

Hey everyone, I'm sorry if I've been kinda withdrawn lately. Just wanted to let my friends know that there's nothing really wrong, I'm just not feeling too social. If it hasn't been obvious, I guess that's good, but I've been feeling like I haven't really been giving everyone the attention they deserve from me. I could go into every excuse as to why, but it all comes down to me feeling a lil blah about things and have a bit of stress on my mind. So, I do love you all, and hopefully will be back to my effusive self sometime not too long from now.

HOBBLEIT

I went to see Jethro Tull last night and it was awesome. The violinist they had playing with them was absolutely excellent, if disgustingly pretty. Some people have all the luck. I can't help but feel that the drummer was a little overdressed, since Ian Anderson was wearing a snazzy waistcoat, the bassist was wearing a hawaiian shirt Wash would've been proud of and the drummer was wearing a suit. It was my cousin David's very first concert. I can still remember my first concert, the Bootleg Beatles at Newcastle City Hall 12th December 1997. The week before my Granda Joe died. Anyway, it was a greast night. They should have played Skating Away on the thin ice of a new day though, that's my favourite Tull song. Something to note though: never go to Middlesbrough. It's a horrible place with the world's most pointless bridge. Yes I mean the Transporter bridge. TTFN Love Jennifer -x-

SMARTBUTDUMBBLONDE

so this is slightly, well very belated, thanks to a final art exam and tonnes of prep work for it. Anyway. said boyfriend went to Italy, and (I quote)'fell in love with someone else' in a [i]week[/i]. So I don't see him til first day back at school, completely unaware of all this, and he won't speak to me, or even look at me. Understandably puzzled and upset, I try to find out what's wrong to no avail, until that night, when I receive an email entitled: 'I'm sorry' from him. Yes! I think, I'm gonna find out what's wrong! and I did. He dumped me, in ridiculous text talk I could barely read, in an email. Said it wasn't fair on me if he wasn't 100% dedicated to me, though he still really liked me, but he couldn't help the way he felt, and that I deserved better, etc, etc. you know the drill. Course, I was seriously upset, and did some detective work... turns out.... all the girl did was fall asleep on his shoulder [i]on the way there[/i], while everyone was yelling: 'what about kate??' at him, and she doesn't even like him. At all. (incidentally, my friend's boyfriend also dumped her on the exact same day, for the exact same girl, and said girl and ex are now going out, earning her the cute little nickname of 'whore-bitch' in my circle of friends :evil:, but that's a different story). So, this was about 6 weeks, lots of tears, and a list as long as my arm of people who wanna beat him up, ago, and for about 4 of those, he's been avoiding me to the point of not hanging out with his friends that I'm also friends with, while I, being the gorramn nice person that I am, am trying to be polite and friendly, cos it really upset me that he should feel so uncomfortable around me - when really it should be the other way around, right?? (believe me, the lessons in which I had to sit next to him were so awkward, I might as well have been sat next to a brick wall - heaven knows he's got the personality of one!) Then, about 2 weeks ago, we finally got talking again, which progressed into flirting, and coming onto each other, and back to how we were before. And cos I'm such an idiot and he really is my kryptonite and I still feel the same way about him... I broached the subject of us getting back together, and he tells me that though he really would like to, not yet, because he still likes the other girl too much arrrggggghhhhh!! I can't win, I really can't, because as hard as I try, despite all the times he screwed me over, made me wait for him and broken my heart, I cannot get over him. I still want him back.

LEIASKY

Sorry for the wait for the last chapter! You can blame Mal4Prez. She wanted an epilogue, which the story didn't originally have!, and so I had to write it and send it to her to beta. When she gets it back to me, I'll post the last chapter - and then the epilogue. - well, ok, maybe I'm not so sorry for the wait. I do enjoy torturing readers nearly as much as the characters. . .