I dont what's going to drive me crazy first, the incessant bell ringing from somewhere in this demented neighbourhood or the unmutable voice in my head screaming YOU VE GOT HOMEWORK THAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING.
Sigh. No one appreciates me. I know this is indulgent but what the hell are blogs for anyway. I dont want to go to school tomorrow. I hate how you dont talk to me. I hate the way I want you. But you dont want me back. I hate the way you ignore me like that. And I hate the way I somehow dont quite hate you for doing so. because I kinda know how you feel. And I think I've finally moved on. Hopefully to find someone better. Not that Im saying anything. Hopefully to find someone who will hate the way they like me too.
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The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on meLiving life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on |
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- Sunday, July 18, 2010 @ 7:34 PM
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- Sunday, July 18, 2010 @ 7:34 PM
I dont what's going to drive me crazy first, the incessant bell ringing from somewhere in this demented neighbourhood or the unmutable voice in my head screaming YOU VE GOT HOMEWORK THAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING.
Sigh. No one appreciates me. I know this is indulgent but what the hell are blogs for anyway. I dont want to go to school tomorrow. I hate how you dont talk to me. I hate the way I want you. But you dont want me back. I hate the way you ignore me like that. And I hate the way I somehow dont quite hate you for doing so. because I kinda know how you feel. And I think I've finally moved on. Hopefully to find someone better. Not that Im saying anything. Hopefully to find someone who will hate the way they like me too. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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