i feel like i just got punched in the stumach and bitch slapped at the same time.

maybe some of you know that feeling.

that sensation in the pit of your stumach.

the searing anger rising up your spine, making you shiver.

the gritted teeth.

and the only words going through your mind are

"what the fuck."

and

"that is so messed up"

and of course

"what about me?"

best friends mean i pulled the trigger, best friends mean you get what you deserve...

taking back sunday = soundtrack for tonight.

did i get what i deserve?

or did you?

Allison.

He had brain cancer, there was a tumor the size of a golf ball in his brain.

I found out in spetember and it has been tearing me up inside this whole year.

The tumor was pressing on a certain part of his brain so sometimes he couldn`t open his eye.

He had to take steroids to keep him from getting headaches from it.

It made his face and his feet swell up.

Today, June 13th 2008, he died.

Thankfully he went peacefully.

I`ll miss you Opa.

Allison.

i dressed up as geronimo stilton.

if you don`t know who that is, he is a mstery solving mouse from britain. i ressed up as him or my school litercy night, complete with huge head, full brown furry suit, and a jacket. the whole time i was singing clothes off, by gym class heroes....

All you have to do is pester me about things that i`ve already answered. It happened to me today, and i must say, i`ve never realized just how much it bugs me. When I answer something you ask, don`t keep asking me or even worse,tell me i`m wrong. If I don`t like something, its most likely not going to change.

Sorry, just had to get that out there.

Allison..