depression and bad haircuts

I absolutely love how when you get a horrible haircut everyone feels the need to tell you how great it looks. Fuck you! I see through your thinly veiled compliments. I really hope that you all die. It is clearly uneven and she did not thin the ends so the layers are blunt. I could go on but needless to say I hate it. I told her as much when she was done. I really don't know why I'm so nice to her. I really have gotten to the point where its obvious we are no longer best friends.

I know it sounds harsh to say that all over one bad haircut. But it's been a long time coming. I have a new best friend. One who understands my psychotic-ness and accepts it. One who loves me for me. The semi racist, angry, bitter bitch that I am. Thank god. It's really a relief. I can be my mean and ugly on the inside self with no judgement. I can hang out with someone who thinks its funny 'that people think I like to trip kids off the short bus' - rather than have to keep it all inside. After all it's not healthy to keep it in! That's when people go coo coo for coco puffs.

I really missed posting over the weekend. But every time I logged on I couldn't bring myself to post. I was just too exhausted. I just want to sleep all day. If that doesn't scream depression I don't know what does. I concur with some people when they say they need happy pills. I really really do! I'm just too tired to do anything about it.

I want to meet new people. I want to do new things. I want an adventure. If only I could get out of bed...

My week is destined to suck! The only thing I have to look forward to is 27 Dresses. It looks adorable. I planned on getting hammed this weekend. I feel that it'll help my attitude.