A Gothic Romance: Red Roses for the Devil's Whore

Saturday, September 30, 2006

This is dying

Everything is dying.

Me and Charles.

Online friendships.

My old popularity (well it has been dead for a while)

My school grades

My hopes

My sense of reason

My dreams

......

I'm fucking tired of this.

Monday, September 18, 2006

*Sigh*

Nox (the homeless guy I met a week ago) made another apperance today. He had disappeared for a week. Whatever. At least he's a live, but I think he lost his kitten.

... I feel freaking lost. I never, ever thought I'd miss regina eventually. But somehow, looking at all the prom pictures, I do. I don't really miss the events everyday, I never tell myself "Ah, it's sad, because I feel the need to get some coffee at bar santé with Camille" and so on.

What makes me sad is, that everything that happened everyday for five years will never, ever happen again. It's not just a long time without seeing people. We're off. Forever. And this hurts more than I expected. I have too many regrets. It's already been the quarter of a year since we left these walls. And I'm starting to feel the smell of depression and sorrow lingering back into my daily life.

I miss you guys. I swear. Even my worst ennemies. Tss.

And you all know the other thing that make me sad. Okay, when I proposed an OPEN relationship, I meant like, once in a while, having a different partner for a night. Being allowed to flirt. NOT A FREAKING MARATHON TO FUCK EVERY PERSON OUT THERE! Damnit! I'm so tired of his fucking little popularity trip! He's not even ATTRACTED to half those girls! How can he say he's gay and not attracted to girls than fuck 5-6 of them in a freaking week! I know he's just saying he's gay to hurt me more. Of course he won't tell THEM that he's gay.

Fuck, why did you change so much? I don't love you. I loved a Pirate-Metalhead-Hobo. You're just a self-conscious fashion-whore. Tss, it seems like you are so bedazzled by the sudden interest girls take in you that you can't keep your hands of them. If only you'd realize you already had this much attention, you just felt.. mature enough not to pay attention. Damn, I acted that way when I was freaking FIFTEEN YEARS OLD! I kissed 3 boys and 2 girls at a party and I felt proud of myself! YOU'RE GODDAMN TWENTY! AND PRETENDING YOU'RE SO MUCH MORE MATURE THAN ME! Truth is you fucking AREN'T! You're just a freakin' kid and I'll never EVER let you act towards me like your superior because of your age/life experience/sex experience/elitist tendencies EVER AGAIN.

Damn, hearing you say you were a whore was funny when it was just a game. Now it's true, and you don't realise how degrading it is to me. You don't even freakin' care about me anymore. And I'm suppose to bear that because "I did the same thing this summer" which is so false because I fucked like 2 other guys this summer, not freaking 10! And I only did it to prove I was NORMAL and you're the one that had me to FORCED to prove this!

And you cheated on me first and you goddamn know it..

"I'm not easy to get into bed at all, I refused plenty of girls" Yeah, and what is that suppose to prove? It's so easy to get you into bed, you just have to act slutty and cute and feminine and then slutty again and show loads of attention to you and you'll say yes.

I hate you.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Dawson: September 13

I want to express my sympathy towards the family of the victims, especially the girl who died, and all the students. This is an horrible tragedy, that shows what hate and intolerance leads to.

Everyone, please. Stop hating each other for fucking style, music, fashion, and so on considerations. It's not worth it. See what this kind of hate brings to our world.

Life is horrible. Ryan, I'm so relieved you are okay. I was fucking worried.

This is all. There is nothing else to say, it would be a sacrilege anyway.

Stay strong. Be courageous. Never forget.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Srange meetings

I met this homeless guy yesterday, who's surprisingly well educated and interesting. He's 35 years old, he's arab, he's a freak, and he knows everything about tarot card, among other things.

Welcome to my world. I still can't believe this friend of mine was grossed out by the fact I hang out with homeless people. God, this man is way more interesting than mostly everyone I met in the past few months. He could actually HOLD a conversation with me for a couple of freaking HOURS! Nobody I know thinks I'm interesting enough to talk to me for that long.

Other new: Charles got an infection to his tongue piercing because he gave some oral sex to some girl, who I guess wasn't clean after all. Hahaha, well at least *I*'m clean. (What a bitch am I tonight, nieh). At least I respect that girl (unlike some other bitch I won't name who seems to think my boyfriend belongs to her. Listen you slut, he's MY boyfriend, and *I* gave him the right to have sex with WHOEVER he fucking wants, so you have NOTHING to say about it, allright?!)

I'm already late on my cegep shit. Whatever.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

What the HECK?!

Okay, how the hell am I suppose to react if a guy invites me over at his place to smoke some weed and the he just lies down on his bed watching TV, and when I lie besides him, he starts touching me (which is good) and then suddenly he stops and starts muttering about "I don't know what to tell you, I don't.. uh.. well.. you know.. just don't.. i'm sorry.. well".

Damn guys. I swear one day I'll become a lesbian.

And dammit, he was cute.. *sigh* whatever.

Stuff between me and Charles is much better. Yay! And Cegep is okay, really. I'm alone a lot less than I was at first.. Maybe eventually I'll make some friends.


I wanna live before I die
So don't say I have to cry on
One more freezing floor
I ask you to open the door
And see how things could have gone
The reason that it took so long
Before you could figure out
That for so long I was about to break
And there were no arms to keep me
From harming me and now I'm searchin back to see
How I never tried to ask for some sympathy
'cause no- nobody wants to ride with me too far
'cause I might trip away
But in your arms I'd rather stay

You might just turn into something I like

You might just turn into something I
Want to dream about
Something I can't live without
My foot is in your hand
I want you to understand
How I could be confused
Right after being used
But still your here in spite
When I close my eyes to dream at night
I've gotta keep my pants on
I gotta check my pulse before I've gone too far away
To hurt so i think I'll stay around to hear ya breath
Saying all those words to me
Unraveling my fantasy while I drink
My oleander tea

You might just turn into something I like
You might just turn into something I like

Katy Rose - I Like

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Bad me

Woah, haven't written in 4 days, I'm so bad. I'm sorry. Well well well. Thursday.. I had this overly boring Introductions to Arts & Litterature thing. Oh well, whatever, not all classes can be fun. My friday Phys Ed class is just as bad. Our dance teacher doesn't even have a dance formation *sigh*. Whatever.


Friday night I've seen Charles.. and I slept over at his home. Stupid-emo-bitch-other-girl was sooo mad because I was there. Haha, in your face you slut! Like he'd choose her over me, anyways. I'm so much prettier, nah! Haha, I feel so bitchy today. She cracked a few times, starting yelling at him and acting like a little crybaby.

On Saturday I've seen this guy I've known on msn for.. well I guess it must have been a year now. *Sigh* He has cute eyes. And shit happened. Surprise, surprise. We're talking about me, aren't we? Haha. Just hope he won't have a crush on me. Please, guys, don't complicate things, they are already crazy enough to start a soap opera about my life (and I'm serious).

And today well, I was suppose to see this guy I haven't seen in a year, but once again he didn't call me back (Surprise, surprise) *sigh* so I saw Charles and Mako and my sister and we listened to a nice movie and here I am listening to Katy Rose singing in my hear about senseless things and chatting carelessly on msn with people I spent five years with and might never see again.

Things are strange, aren't they?


Drugs stopped working when I was born
But all the fairy dust I breathe
Is doing nothing to relieve
The strife of broken Autumn leaves in the sand

I'm still high on the music
As my inner child cries
For she may lose it

And the incense in my eyes
Can't save the sin between your thighs
Because you stabbed me with your lies
You're not the only one that's broken

Whore, fuck your drugs
I introduced you anyway
You're a slave
Spun undone, I met you in an alleyway
And I'm never okay

Cos I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together

My bones are scratched and so forlorn
And all the Prozac that I take
Is only lulling me to make up
This forced smile that is fake for all the doctors

But I'll get by
For the music
Stand as an object
So they can use it

So go snort your loved white powder
I'll just play my music louder
And get my drugs from the counter at the pharmacy

Whore, fuck your drugs
I introduced you anyway
You're a slave
Spun undone, I met you in an alleyway
And I'm never okay

Cos I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together

And they'll never know

Katy Rose - Keeping it together