haley's life: the review
what the hell is going on?? everything is so fucked up at the moment, beyond belief. im so confused. i dont know whether to laugh or cry... so i laugh, mainly because i know deep down i wanna cry but partly because i have spent a lot of time watching family guy...
i feel like im sitting back watching all this shit go down and i cant do a thing. i feel completely passive in my own fucking life. i want to step in, go "hey! this isnt what i want! first of all, you go over there, you come here, you tell me the truth, and YOU fuck off!" i want to be the director of my own fucking play instead of being an audience member. cos, quite frankly, the play has potential but the current storyline sucks royal donkey cock. actually, im not just any audience member, im the critic. and i have a hell of a lot to say.
this current scene seriously needs a lot of attention. the exploits of the main characters are frankly unbelievable. events are jumping around with no link between them...
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...what i dont understand is why good things seem to be happening to the girl but she doesnt run with it, instead she keeps replaying that last scene in her mind and seeing those eyes and feeling the same fear she felt that night. she still feels in danger but she doesnt go to the cops. she knows good things are happening but she doesnt pay them the attention they deserve. she needs to sort herself out, the tooter the sweeter...
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...ahh it seems she is going to see a counsellor as well as a doctor this week, good plan. whats that? she has friends and they have invited her around? excellent. she needs to get her mind off things. oh no, whats this? she doesnt know if anyone but the one she knows is her friend wants her to come? oh well, i suppose she'll just have to try to win them over. this girl has some major trust issues sneaking up on her. she needs to take control of her life cos the themes are wearing thin.
the girl is just letting things happen to her, this just is not how people are supposed to be. where are her balls? and more importantly, where is the director?? oh it seems the director has lost the plot. that makes sense.
why do i keep referring to myself in the 3rd person???
i feel like im sitting back watching all this shit go down and i cant do a thing. i feel completely passive in my own fucking life. i want to step in, go "hey! this isnt what i want! first of all, you go over there, you come here, you tell me the truth, and YOU fuck off!" i want to be the director of my own fucking play instead of being an audience member. cos, quite frankly, the play has potential but the current storyline sucks royal donkey cock. actually, im not just any audience member, im the critic. and i have a hell of a lot to say.
this current scene seriously needs a lot of attention. the exploits of the main characters are frankly unbelievable. events are jumping around with no link between them...
[edited]
...what i dont understand is why good things seem to be happening to the girl but she doesnt run with it, instead she keeps replaying that last scene in her mind and seeing those eyes and feeling the same fear she felt that night. she still feels in danger but she doesnt go to the cops. she knows good things are happening but she doesnt pay them the attention they deserve. she needs to sort herself out, the tooter the sweeter...
[edited]
...ahh it seems she is going to see a counsellor as well as a doctor this week, good plan. whats that? she has friends and they have invited her around? excellent. she needs to get her mind off things. oh no, whats this? she doesnt know if anyone but the one she knows is her friend wants her to come? oh well, i suppose she'll just have to try to win them over. this girl has some major trust issues sneaking up on her. she needs to take control of her life cos the themes are wearing thin.
the girl is just letting things happen to her, this just is not how people are supposed to be. where are her balls? and more importantly, where is the director?? oh it seems the director has lost the plot. that makes sense.
why do i keep referring to myself in the 3rd person???
h a l e y cried over spilt milk at 1:11 PM
4 Comments:
So...er...is everything ok? I'm assuming the silent masses are wondering the same thing...
Hey, cool looking blog. So heavenly and marshmellowy and... um, I forget the rest, but I think it looks tasty. And you like The Boondock Saints. Finally someone else who actually knows that movie exists. woot! You don't know me.. I'm just a weird, random, obscure person. My evil clone is telling me to shut up, so I'll go back to my corner now. Mmm... marshmellowy. Bye
TIME TO TAKE CHARGE...
GRAB THE STEERING WHEEL STAMP ON THE ACCELERATOR AND GO!!
IF ANYTHING TRIES TO STOP YOU, VEER OFF AND RUN IT DOWN.
I AM WATCHING...
tfs: to be honest im still messed up but things are better than they were...
greengods: yay! you sound like fun, thanks for the comment. boondock saints is the bestest ever! please come again :P
god: Oh eM Gee!! you're back! where have you been? please post soon...
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