my days have become horribly dull.
i mope, bitch, and grow my hatred for people even more.
i smoke, scowl, frown, glare, and humiliate.
i use sarcasm to reflect how much i hate my life, everything, and everyone.
i talk and joke about vulgar things, even though i'm dead inside.
it's so average that my life sucks.
my little tastes of "good luck" aren't good things at all, in retrospect.
i'm sick of this normality.
Friday, April 13, 2012
FFFFF
Umm.. what?
I'm frustrated.
Is it okay for me to feel like this? Or am I being a paranoid, psychotic prick like usual?
Nothing in my life is making sense to me.
And what exactly am I supposed to be doing for people?
Performing?
I don't know how to play some roles anymore, or at least more sanely.
I'm not crazy or anything, I just want to do things right, in as many ways as I can.
I want to know if the doubts and/or feelings that I'm having are normal.
Perhaps these thought-evoking feelings are part of a transitional phase of me growing up?
Maybe I'm just too high.
Happy Friday the 13th.
I'm frustrated.
Is it okay for me to feel like this? Or am I being a paranoid, psychotic prick like usual?
Nothing in my life is making sense to me.
And what exactly am I supposed to be doing for people?
Performing?
I don't know how to play some roles anymore, or at least more sanely.
I'm not crazy or anything, I just want to do things right, in as many ways as I can.
I want to know if the doubts and/or feelings that I'm having are normal.
Perhaps these thought-evoking feelings are part of a transitional phase of me growing up?
Maybe I'm just too high.
Happy Friday the 13th.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
number eight
"What is one thing nobody knows about you because nobody ever cared to ask?"
well, nothing much. i'm an open book. it's not that people ask me, or don't ask me, i just tell people. or do things. i talk people's ears off, and i'm constantly busy doing something i enjoy or just being who i am. i'm not very mysterious, although i would like to think i am.
well, nothing much. i'm an open book. it's not that people ask me, or don't ask me, i just tell people. or do things. i talk people's ears off, and i'm constantly busy doing something i enjoy or just being who i am. i'm not very mysterious, although i would like to think i am.
oh my golly, websites that are fun!
http://breadfish.de/
www.mediamuffin.com
http://www.drawastickman.com/
anxiety
anxiety comes in a lot of shapes and forms.
i, for one, have separation and attachment anxiety.
these past few days have been ridiculous.
along with the stress of graduating, my anxiety has been affecting my mood.
i'm feeling depressed and i know why, but it's a stupid reason and i'm ashamed to even have these thoughts.
you've had those feelings, right?
i'm sure you have.
i should know better, but my heart is telling me otherwise.
fuck you, heart.
fuck you.
stop being a little bitch.
i, for one, have separation and attachment anxiety.
these past few days have been ridiculous.
along with the stress of graduating, my anxiety has been affecting my mood.
i'm feeling depressed and i know why, but it's a stupid reason and i'm ashamed to even have these thoughts.
you've had those feelings, right?
i'm sure you have.
i should know better, but my heart is telling me otherwise.
fuck you, heart.
fuck you.
stop being a little bitch.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
angst
typical, i'm a teenage girl writing about love.
SHUDDUP.
but i can't help it.
he makes me feel naive and happy again.
he makes me feel full of happiness and innocence.
take me away, take me away, and someday we will die together.
i love you.
SHUDDUP.
but i can't help it.
he makes me feel naive and happy again.
he makes me feel full of happiness and innocence.
take me away, take me away, and someday we will die together.
i love you.
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