I said some words to my math teacher regarding her calling my mom (resulting in my three week groundage). Basically, I burst into tears and my teacher was like. K, guidance, do it. Well, I told the social worker my life story. She's calling my mom tomorrow morning to tell her that getting me a therapist isn't something she can push off forever.

I made a new journal, just because knowing that my rl friends read this and that it can affect me in rl makes me hesitant to be completely honest :/ If you comment here, I'll still be notified that you commented via email and be able to respond.

So first of all, what the fuck Brain. I thought we were done with that.

Well, Leah, I thought we were done with seeing him.

True story, so did I. But still. You couldn't hold out for, like, half an hour?

No. As long as you don't see him again we won't have problems. But I think we both know how weak we are for a boys who make us laugh.

I wish I didn't get swayed so easily by the power of suggestion. Nothing worth notation is really happening to me, for the most part.

( though, I might be embarking on a period of nearly consistent depression )

If I died of mercury poisoning from all the tuna I eat, it would be worth it.

Dear Frank Iero,

Does it suck that all of your fans are 14-17 year old girls? From the very bottom of my heart you have my apologies regarding the fact that you can't go anywhere without a screeching girl trying to talk to you. And that a lot of said girls don't actually appreciate your music. And that they claim they love you, and ask to marry you. And that they bitch and moan about your 'stache. Also that they write stories about you having sex with your bandmates...and other people...and animals...No, really they did that once. Oh, god and they made Gerard a tranny.

I'd also like to apologize for being one of these girls, though I do like to consider myself someone who does appreciate your music. I hope one day you get the fans you deserve.


Sincerely,
Leah

I love my Dad. He may not drown me in gifts, but he's a really sweet guy. :)

This is indulgent and terrible.

Title: Five Times Gerard Got A Black Eye
Author: xsilent_scornx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: pg-13ish (lots of cursing)
Disclaimer: I don't own them etc.

( He only cried twice, and he pretty proud of that. )

(at least Frank thinks he's sleeping, because there's no noise from upstairs and he has already learned that Gerard talks/sings/quotes Lord of the Rings to himself when he's working)


sometimes, fan fiction is just spot on with characterization. and this made me squirm really hard.

I didn't give my math textbook back you fucking piece of shit for a REASON. I didn't want my motherfucking report card and I fucking got it anyway. My mom called Rogaks phone to yell at me and tell me that my Dad would pick me up at 10 the next day. I cried after I got off the phone. I don't want to be a failure.

This morning my Dad and I conversed shortly and with little relative fervor as we drove home. Once I got home my Mom pointed at the kitchen where I promptly sat down and started to hyperventilate and cry. "Don't lecture her Naomi, just discuss the course of action we should take..."

Of course, my Dad then left and left me in the dragon's den, where I was belittled and made to feel worthless until I got up and left.






THEY WANT TO SEND ME BACK TO YESHIVA.