December 2010
To the girl who broke his heart:
Fuck you. I hope you rot.
Sincerely,
His worried friend.
When I see you, I can guarantee your face will have the lovely experience of being punched. <3.
Anyways. We’re watching Gumby. I missed this movie. :D Is it strange that I don’t want to watch these movies because of the antagonists’ parts? Even if, I have to look forward to the good parts. :D
Optimism. Please...
Optional Title.
I need to stop fucking up.
WHY.
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Fooled Me Again, Honest Eyes.
I can remember when I was about seven, we had figurines of rocking horses. One was made of brass, another of wood, and a smaller version of the brass. I would play with them constantly. That’s why I loved Christmas. Not because of the atmosphere, the gifts, the family… I just, for once a year, got to play with those figurines.
My mom decorated for Christmas this year. She put the...
I'm Addicted to a Life of Material..
Shyeah.
It’s Christmas Eve. C:
New camera. Check. Two new Pokemon games. Fuck yes. Surprises? Check.
Yet I feel like something is missing. I’ll have to find out later. :D
I feel strangely exuberant today. It’s fantastic! I think when I get older, I’ll move to some big city. I want to feel like I own it.
Hey, maybe fairy tales can come true.
Actually, they can.
I was only trying to help.
I’m sorry if I upset you. :C
Why is the title optional?
I’ve never had a day go so well and end so badly.
I’ve noticed that I’m quite vague with my posts.
Rachel has my computer so I’m on my phone.
I’m really hungry. I haven’t eaten since 12. There’s nothing to eat. Oh well.
I should probably read instead of watching tv. I’m suppose to be optimistic; I don’t want to convert back to pessimism....
I need to vent.
This is going to sound like complete nonsense:
1.) I don’t understand.
2.) Why did you leave me, exactly?
3.) Why the fuck do I still like you?
4.) I have too much teenage angst.
5.) I had no idea I could study with music.
6.) Why did you question our friendship? It really, really hurt. But I didn’t let it show. I regret that.
7.) I feel trapped in my own skin.
8.) I want to...
Procrastination; My Savior.
Kind of is, in a way.
So I’m studying for my English exam. If only I could put into words how much I hate, yet love this course. I love literature. I’m great at comprehension questions. I just hate essays. I hate symbolism essays, especially.
In A Separate Peace….. Blahblahblah. I think I might just fail. I use to be such a perfectionist. I still kind of am. But I’ve...
