The Adventures of Crush Girls

Entry Four ~Amy

November 23, 2012

Hey, hey! It's Amy!

We got our first fan recently! WOOOOOO! I love them.

I love you.

Lol, just kidding, that's weird. I just think you're awesome for fanning the two awesomest girls on the planet (Who may or may not be human...) and not ignoring us and our awkwardness. Seriously, we're really awkward.

I'm only kidding again. We're not that bad.

Oh God! It's one of those ASPCA commercials again! I can't watch those or else I'll cry. I literally cry every time one of these commercials come on. If I look away, then I feel guilty. So I always watch.

DOGGY WAS ABUSED!

Look away, Amy. Be strong. Look away!

I CAN'T

You can.

I CAN'T! JUST LOOK AT THAT FACE!

No, I will not look at the-... OH GOD! *Bursts into tears*

HELP THE KITTY ALREADY! HELP THE DOGGY TOO!

TAKE ALL MY MONEY! PLEASE! THOSE EYES- THOSE PUPPY DOG, SAD EYES!

Ughhh! So, it is right now, like, eleven thirty, but I'm really freaking tired because I haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately... And because I'm in yet another school musical. Thank you, thank you.

*Bows*

OK, Vicky hasn't even started on the third entry, so I have to write this over a period of days, but I'm marking the date as the one I publish it on.

I'm going to be blunt with you guys...

I lie to people when they ask if I'm OK and stuff... I'm pretty sure I have depression. Both Vicky and I have looked up symptoms of depression, and I fit a lot of them.

No, I'm not contemplating suicide or anything, but I have harmed myself a couple times. I haven't had the time lately, though.

On top of that, I'm terribly insecure. People always say that everyone experiences love at least once in their life.

Bull.

I know. I know that people lie to me when they, very rarely I might add, say that I am pretty or smart or thin. I know they're lying. I hate liars. l just found out that liar is spelled with an a, not an e.

Oops.

On top of being depressed and insecure, I'm also reserved. I don't like talking about my feelings and thoughts with other people and rarely do. I dont find any use in it. no matter what I say, people will find a way to direct it right back to themselves. I'm fine with that, though. I'd rather have other people be happy rather than myself. I don't care if I'm happy or not. Suck it up, Amy. Build a bridge and get over it! Depression? You can handle it, Amy, tough it out! Neglect from friends? Pfft, who needed her anyway? Not you, Amy!

... Right?

I can be emotionally tough... Not physically, unless in a moment of defence...

Seriously, if anyone were to try and beat up one of my friends, I'd beat em' like I had a grudge against them for my entire life and was waiting for the moment to punch their face in for a long time...

I swear I don't have issues... apart for the ones listed above.

... Does anyone else notice that I talk to myself a lot? Like, who's that crazy girl talking to herself? Oh, it's just Amy. Nothing new.

Anyway, my parents, who I recently admitted it ALL to, think that I should either talk to a counselor about this stuff of write it down...

So I'm going to write it down. 

I'll probably end up starting a story filled with all my feelings and emotions and that crap. I honestly don't want to bore the crap out of all of you, so I think I'm going to move on from this sullen topic.

I have yet to recieve any advices...s...

Seriously, I may not be good at telling my feelings, but I'll listen to anyone else's anyday..

Unless you're Vicky. You tell me your emotions all the time anyway.

WHO WANTS TO HEAR THE TEXT CONVERSATION I HAD WITH VICKY THE OTHER DAY? THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DOOO!

Me: Hehehehehe, now I'm under your beeeddd!

Vicky: *Shifts uncomfortably on bed.*

Me: Now I'm at the edhe of your beeedd! Hehehehe!

Vicky: *Looks up from computer and phone to edge of bed*

Me: Ok, I got bored of you and jumped out of the window... Now I'm a lifeless lump on the ground!

Vicky: Yay! *Claps wildly*

Me: But I can't die... *Begins crawling up the side of your house towards your window*

Vicky: *Then you fal back down because you don't have that kind of skill to climb the side of my house when there's nothing to climb on*

Me: Oh, but I inherited epic skills from my grandpa, Spiderman. *Starts climbing again*

Vicky: U have spider silk coming out of your butt like a spider? Because you're no man ;P

Me: No, but I have sticky type things in my hands that enable me to climb on ceilings and such... I need to admit something completely serious to you... : /

Vicky: Ok, go ahead

Me: ... My grandpa's not really Spiderman... And I'm not really at your house... Phew! That's a relief...

Lol, we're such weirdos... PLEASE DON'T SEND US TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL!!

OK, I was watching the X Factor, and I am so mad about Carly Rose's performance of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Everyone's like, "OMG! I'm so jealous! That was beautiful- I'M CRYING! LOOK AT THIS, I'M CRYING!" 

And I'm just like, "Uhh... No." *Mutes TV*

I seriously did mute the TV when she started singing. 

I don't have anything against her, or anything. I just thought that was her worst performance ever. Actually, I thought that was just awful. The way she moved her voice during long notes made me want to apologize to the original Dorothy.

What's worse: She got placed in first. 

NO. NO. Just- Just- NO!

I'm sorry if I'm making you incredibly mad, but I just don't like that performance she did.., Or her voice. I honestly don't like her voice at all.

What're your opinions?

OK, well, on that note, I'm going to say LATER YO FOSHIZZLE MY PONIES!