I always wonder why people worry about me. I don’t have feelings to get hurt and I don’t have a heart to break, so no one has to worry about me, okay?
Tracks
Contemplating my life choices. They are soo bad.
I do not have an interesting life, I don’t know what you guys are talking about … :x
So my Latin teacher has this problem with people stealing her bathroom passes. She keeps one in a box on the wall by the door and you just take it when she says you can go. Down to her last straw and last pass, she told us that if this one goes missing we can’t go to the restroom during class anymore. Well what do you figure, some fucking asshole stole it(highly speculated to be a retarded Latin I) and we couldn’t go anymore. The next day, this appears in the box. XD
I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN THEY’RE TOGETHER. I SAID IT.
THEY TEXT ME AT THE SAME TIME AND THEY’RE JUST BULLIES AND NAP RUINERS.
THEY’RE SUCH FAGS, OHMYHOLYBISCUITGOD. THEY’VE BEEN AT THIS FOR HOURS.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a flower like this.
One that I want to love forever.
One that I want to tear to shreds.
I have a confession.
Sometimes I tell my friends that I have cramps, so they shouldn’t try to move me or things like that.
The truth is, I’ve never had a cramp in my life.
When I say I have a cramp it actually means I’m extremely gassy at the moment, and if I move, I’ll probably fart really hard and it’ll stink and you’ll all run away from me.
JUST LIKE IN THE FIRST GRADE.
This is my house and this is my hobby. I like to set a place for one at the very end of the table and sit there. Silently, I think about every conceivable thing that could cross a lone person’s mind. What my dream from last night meant, why I hate my family, if this picture has a hidden meaning. No one looks for me here, or for anything here. Even though it is perfectly accessible, this table might as well be invisible. This is my haven.
When I become a college student, I’ll do such a turn-around, none of you will see it coming. I’ll become goth some days, and a real prep other days. I can’t wait to buy my own clothes.
So, I just realized I have a big problem. If I go to AniMegaCon, my friends better come. I’ll be wearing a steampunk outfit, and I already picked out my goggles. I cannot wear chunky metal goggles with my natural glasses, that’s gross. I need people to be my eyes!
Also, if you go with me, you don’t have to he my hand or anything, we could tie a rope or something around my waist so I don’t get separated from you :3
ranting
I really hate how when she talks to me it’s not about anything important. I know that hating on family is bad, but seriously.
Stop one wording me, speaking without substance, and trying to make me jealous, because in all honesty, idgaf about you and what you do, because you’re a little shit. Stop bothering me.
Do you really have to brag that since you live in Cali, you get to hang out with all our other cousins? Do you really have to say Hi and then a couple messages later, leave me hanging? What exactly are you trying to accomplish?
But you know what I hate more than you? The fact that when I see you I have to smile. When I see you, I have to pretend that I don’t see anything wrong with you. When I see you, I have to pretend that we are “Best Cousins”. If you were anyone else, if you weren’t my family, I can promise you that your life would be hell.
Why did I meet someone like you? I shouldn’t listen to you. I shouldn’t play with you. However, I’ll answer when you call and come running when you ask. When you take my hand I can’t let go, even though I should. Even though letting you lead me means letting myself be dragged into the most pitch black hole filled with all sorts of cruel demons.
Why does someone like you exist for me?
I feel like you’re an anchor chained to my leg, dragging me down to the cruel dark depths.
When Kei told me he liked me, I pushed him away and told him I hated him. No, I loved him a lot.
Years later, he asked me if I liked him at all and I told him yes. He asked why I said I hated him.
“Because I hated the feeling of liking you,” is what I told him.
That will never not be true.
I wonder, did you want to be with me today? Sorry, I’m such a klutz with my phone.
Anyways, just like Las Vegas does, it’s getting real hot real fast. It’s time to cry, but that means I’ll become dehydrated and everyone knows you have to keep that body fluid inside.
