nobody loves me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat fucking worms

[hollybrooke]

Okay, if you didn't know by now, I'm being forced to take a hiatus from my weekend exploits for the next month until I completely pay back my grandmother for lending me some money to get my car insurance paid. Just because I can't be at the theater every goddamned weekend doesn't mean I am fucking invisible and have no life. (Oh wait, that's right, I don't have a life.) I hate living out in the middle of Bum-Fucking Egypt where nothing is happening and none of my friends are remotely close to or would even bother TRAVELLING out this way to hang out with me. Just because I won't be around for the next month is no reason to COMPLETELY FUCKING IGNORE ME LIKE I DON'T EXIST. I am not on the computer all of the time. Hence, I am not on AIM 24/7. I call friends up to chat and catch up on what I've missed, and I end up leaving messages on answering machines that go unanswered. And because I can't go frolicking is no reason that no one can come out here to pick me up or whatever or at least come visit.

I'm mad and I'm not taking it anymore. I feel like no one really gives a shit, and I will eventually die alone and lonely and unloved and unappreciated and eaten by wild dogs.

I don't get it. I'm a friendly person. How come I don't have any close friends?

(This is "Holly-has-turned-into-emo-bitch" day. Hell, it's going to be like this for a while until I can get my social life back. Just fuckin' deal with it.)

So, whenever I get back to the theater, you people have two choices: deal with a happy Holly, or a pissy Holly who's just going to have a major attitude with everyone. It's up to you.