What the fcuk...
i woke up at 1:44 this afternoon.
What the hell is that?
Fcuked up, is what it is...
SO i spent all evening sifting through all my crap, an now i've got three huge bins to give away, just of books, for god's sake.
So much for perfect simplicity.
Found some stuff i really would rather not have run into too...
maybe i'll post some of that later.
My room looks almost manageable now though...
Shit i miss Sierra.
i just really do. Like, i'll just be opening the refrigerator or something equally mudane, and suddenly i'll just say to myself something like "God damn, i love that girl a whole damn lot." And then there's the whole thing with Chase on that subject...

"What the fuck Liam? you expect me to read your mind? You show up one day fine all ready for fun and pull this panic attack drama withdrawn shit two days later. Why don't you quit with the bullshit facade you pulled the other day and work this shit out? What the fuck was keeping you alive before Sierra? you used to say it was your friends but now it's all Sierra, the girl who constantly depressed you? the girl who constantly treated you like shit? and don't gimme that it's different when you two are alone shit, she treated you like shit. Get over her and deal with the real problems. the withdrawls are a real fucking problem. And why the fuck did you start back on them in november? You were sober for quite a while before that as I recall, oh yeah, because you were depressed about Sierra. Get over her Liam, she isn't worth it. I'm your friend, believe it or not, and I'm tired of keeping the truth put away. Sierra is a bitch who doesn't deserve you. She's a money grubbing little brat and I really hate to be in her presence, I only put up with her for you. You're dad kicked you oh, yeah, but you're sitting here saying you're playing and moving to your mom's or out on your own, so either go back and tell him he can't do this, or thank him for packing your stuff for you. I have shit to deal with too and I can't sit here and help you analyze every thing about you father and ex-girlfriend to find out what you did wrong, because you didn't do anything fucking wrong. Quit blaming yourself. I just wanted to see you happy, but apparently I ahven't because it hasn't been you I've been talking to.
 
Chase"

Well, to put it in brief, that's the most fucked up bullshit i've heard in months, even from Chase.
Who out of my friends is nice to me, no matter what? Chase? Fuck no!
Who supports me, no matter what i decide to do? Chase? You bet your ASS not!
Who the fuck is always ready to pick me up? Mr. "Deal with it and get on with life" George? Yeah right.
Who was there when shit went bad with Sierra? It sure as hell wasn't you, Chase. As i recall, it just ended up being Sierra herself, once she realized how much she meant to me.
So shove it up your ass, man. i'm sick of your shit.
If you think that given a choice between a 'friend' who is constantly a bastard, even if it is usually in fun, and the kindest, most caring person i've ever had, i'm going to choose you, Chase, you're so wrong you're head's going to spin.

Courtesy.
- posted by Third @ 11:03 PM (0) comments

 
~Finishes setting us the blog~
Well then.
Good evening.
Welcome to the White Room.
If you're here, you've either intruded, or you're someone i've asked here.
This place is not terribly easy to find, so i'll assume you're here at my invitation.
Not much happened in The White Room today... mostly just sifting through the eighteen years that have been dumped on me recently by my father.

Further Bulletins as events warrant.

Courtesy.
- posted by Third @ 10:13 PM (0) comments