I'm like a rookie paramedic to a siren | layout by axelle, based on the beautiful layouts made by malicious; design ideas, et cetera borrowed with permission (because I'm awesome and she loves me). Features art of Yoko altered by me using photoshop cs3. Lyrics from Doctor by Cute Is What We Aim For.

[24 Dec 2009|12:40pm] dear_you [ironhide] You, Wow, how shitty is it of you to weasel your way out of doing something that should have already been done by now. No, really, it takes a lot of nerve to dump that project onto her when she didn't watch that program. Not to mention how busy she already was. Merry fucking Christmas, bitch. :D No love whatsoever, ~ironhide. LJ, Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. I had been a user for over six years and spent $95 on your services over the time I spent there. Suspending my journal for no good reason whatsoever was the straw that broke the camel's back. I hope you really screw up again so everyone can see how much a bunch of assholes you are. Severe hate, ~ironhide. 2 cures|remix my chemicals

WTF [22 Dec 2009|06:34am] dear_you [malygos] [ mood | bitchy ] Dear you, Wow...you make an entry while you're drunk about cutting yourself then commit the act and when one friend shows concern, you apologize but when I show concern and tell you cutting isn't poetic, you bite my head off. Way to go you. Hope you enjoy drinking your life away and treating your friends like shit. No love and no respect, Me 10 cures|remix my chemicals

[13 Dec 2009|12:17am] dear_you [gribouille] Dear you, you and you. Stop having those ready-made ideas about me. "She would never go with Daddy on his scooter !" Well seems I did, and I survived, even though I wasn't very fierce at the beginning. "She will never apply for her driving license !" Well yes I did. Just needed time for it. "You would never dye your hair !" Well maybe I will, when I want to ! I even know what colour. "You will never go and see a shrink even though you need to !" I will. When I'm ready. I did it last year. I waited till I felt I was ready, then I went. And then I got better. And then that thing in June happened, but for now I feel better on my own. You don't understand. You don't seem to. You all have those ideas about what I will and what I will not do, and then you are so surprised when I don't do what you expected me to. I can be whoever I want to be, and I will still be me. So yes, for now I'm the girl who lost her mummy six months ago and is recovering from it - painfully, angrily, very slowly, but recovering. But I know I will get through this, with or without help. And this does not mean that I will stop living - I haven't, in case you haven't noticed. Because at the same time I'm still the 19-year-old girl trying to enjoy her studies and planning her future. With love, Me. remix my chemicals