Myspace sucks ass.

nobody@vox.com(Jenjen) — Sat, 10 May 2008 03:07:16 -0400

Saturday, May 10th

3am

I hate that my enemies are so accessible. I want to be able to just forget about them. The problem is, we had friends in common. So now, when I go to some of my friends' profiles she's just staring at me from the Top 8 box, grinning. Letting me know that I still haven't escaped her.

At least she's last in the box, and I'm ahead of her. But my picture is right next to hers. But it's just a picture of blueberries in the shape of a smile, so I guess that's okay for now.

Anyway, once I saw her staring at me, I had to look at her profile. I couldn't resist. I had to check up on her. I kept hoping I'd find out something awful happened to her, that she finally got what she deserved after what she did to me.

What I found out was:

She has friends.
She hasn't gotten fat.
She's still with Creepy Paul, which could be good or bad depending on how you look at it. (He's a really ugly manwhore.)
She's going to be a nurse, which fits her fucking PERFECTLY. (Dumb slut who just wants money, but can't commit enough to become a doctor, and would rather just sleep with them.)
She hasn't died or come down with some horrible disease.
She still has really bad acne and nasty teeth.
She still writes.

I'm not satisfied.

"It's funny... I'm losing friends I wish were alive, and you're finding enemies you wish were dead." --Cameron

I love you, Cameron. You're the boy who saved my life, and the man who made it worth living.

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The Limit Does Not Exist

nobody@vox.com(Jenjen) — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:17:49 -0400

Wednesday, April 30th

1am

People tend to find their flock. When you're going through rough times, you can end up relating best to people in similar situations. Sometimes that works out. You can help each other through the hardships, be each others' crutch and shoulder to cry on. But sometimes, when you care a lot, you just hide it. After all, they have their own unbearable problems to deal with, right? Wouldn't want to burden them even more. That's when it doesn't work out. At all.

But how do you find the limit? There has to be a line of some sort, separating what you should and shouldn't talk about. Can you estimate another person's breaking point? What if you're both on the edge? If you can't deal with something on your own, isn't it okay to have someone who you know cares about you help? What brings on that feeling of guilt? That hesitant pause before sending the call? The sudden drop when you hear laughter on the other end and hate yourself for killing it?

Don't they deserve that laughter? After all, they've been there for you countless times before. This is no way to thank them. So the problem becomes less than it is, or isn't even mentioned. Part of you knows they'd want to help if they knew how you felt, but they just sounded too happy to bring down for someone so weak.

Sometimes... this is what I feel.

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Myspace sucks ass.

The Limit Does Not Exist