so like, i've been mia because i have a girlfriend!!!1

at least SHE cares about me

my last entry was in september. it's now almost february.

i've been gone all this time and none of you even bothered to ask about me.

:(

ummm

so like, i've been like, not around. i've had some major issues and like, none of you would understand it.

but like, someone has said that my writing is really bad.

here. do you have any idea how much that hurts my feelings?

they even said "No, he;s deadly serious about the whole RPG thing and is adament that he IS Wilson and that this is an emo fic...freak"

i AM james wilson, asshole. this isn't an RPG, this is my journal about my LIFE and about my STRUGGLES and my WRITING. you have no right to laugh at my pain, even though you all DO.

i hate the world right now. i hate it. you all probably hate me but like, i don't care.

roses are red,
violets are like, blue
i *~*C~U~T*~* to release my pain
until i *~B~L~e~e~D~* it all out

Dear james wilson,

Your request to join the "house_md" community has been declined. You may wish to contact the maintainer(s) of this community if you are still interested in joining.

Regards,
LiveJournal.com Team



a telegramme to house_md:
moderators stop stop rejecting me stop i don't like it stop i don't smell so what's your problem stop stop being such downers stop people want to read my poetry stop don't make me cut myself stop assholes stop

so like, "snakes on a plane"

lol

title: um, lol i suck at titles, help me think of one okay??
author: james wilson
pairing: house/wilson. lol, or like, house/me.
rating: umm nc-17 so like, not safework
words: 700 or something lol
disclaimer: i own me but like, i don't own house. well, not like that anyway.
notes: my first fic!!!!!!!!!! ummm i'm totally new to this so like, be gentle. lol. i could've written it in first person, seeing this is a fic all about me but like, i thought that was too ego-centric so i wrote about me in the third person. okay, hope you don't mind, lol.


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someone told me i fail at life.

this is worse than my birthday. :(


EDIT: i got something for you, mean anon posting person.

i just wrote a poem that really sums up how i feel, so i thought i'd share it here. umm please r&r lol.


i am an isthmus,
a fragile isthmus,
caught between
the land of hope
and the land of despair.
but hope--
hope is so far away
and despair so near,
that all i can do
is turn to darkness,
my only friend.

some people aren't like, taking me seriously

look:
I have to ask, because it's driving me crazy - why do you use the word 'like' so often? I could see it if Wilson really spoke like that, but we're talking about someone who is a middle-aged adult, not a teenage girl.

and, like:
You know, I think generally people who work up to being the head of a department at a hospital can use capital letters at the start of their sentences.

what am i doing wrong??? i'm like, so SORRY i don't use capital letters but like, does it really matter?????

i hate having my feelings hurt. see what i mean by people reject me all the time? they REJECT me and like, i so can't handle that kind of f***ing sh*t.

sigh

wow

17 friends. i should like, write you all a poem of thanks or something. lol.

ummm sorry if you've seen these two poems before but i thought they were really good, so i'm just going to reposts them here if you don't mind. lol.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

goldfish

i am like a goldfish
swimming in a goldfish bowl of contempt
while the world watches me swim in a relentless circle of rejection


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

death is

death is
just another dark passage way
in the never-ending
trial of life
walk
walk the passage way
to heaven
to hell
or to nowhere
but just pray that if you reach nowhere
that you'll be somewhere
because if you're nowhere
and it really is nowhere
then that would like,
suck

i can't post about my poetry in house_md

even lj communities reject me

my soul is like the black petals of a dying rose,
waiting to be shattered to pieces

umm hi

so this is like, a journal of my poetry and stuff. sometimes when a patient of mine dies i get like, really down. so i have this urge to write poetry because it's the only way i can express my inner pain and suffering, because no one like, understands me.

no one understands me. not even house.

so maybe like, having a journal where i can be free to share my pain will help people to understand me