February 2012
2 posts
January 2012
3 posts
Me: I want to be a police officer
People: No way.
Me: I want to be a boxer
People: No fucking way.
Me: I want to be a violinist
People: You're kidding right?
Me: I want to be a psychologist
People: But you're stupid.
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being sad is so 2011
December 2011
10 posts
“Music is a matter of taste. Bitching at someone for liking a certain style of...”
– Alex Gaskarth
Texting me back at 1pm and telling me to come immediately. Jsyk, I’m busy. Saying “I can’t” could be the thing I’ll regret later but, why should I leave my friends for you when you’re not even a friend of mine?
Don’t be mad. I’m sorry. And thanks for these two months, I’ll miss you Kak.
Emotionally: I’m done.
Mentally: I’m drained.
Spiritually: I'm dead.
Physically: I smile.
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Today's lesson:
“Make someone happy and you’d be happier.”
November 2011
4 posts
It is such a cloudy morning. The wind blows and it is so cold I barely feel my feet. My heart is not on its place, it is floating around the corner. After what happened yesterday, I know I am completely an asshole, and you are too. I am stuck at the edge of a dream, I cannot get my life back. It is all over. You killed me with your words and just so you know, I kind of loved it. But still, I want...
October 2011
9 posts
Being sick sucks. Especially on this goddamn exam week. Fml.
I don’t know what I want anymore. I think I’ve got everything. Or the opposite. Lol what is life anyway
I wish my parents could trust me.
raawritscarman:
I wish that they’d let me go out with who ever and whenever, knowing that I’d be back home safe. I wish that they can understand that I know my limits and I wouldn’t go out and do all the things they don’t want me to do. I wish they would let me do whatever I want, but still care and worry, but just not too much to the point where they get annoying.
"I'm sorry."
I can’t say it to them. Some parts of me won’t let me say it. And now I feel like a parasite.
I actually didn’t do nothing. And.. That’s what makes me feel guilty. I can’t do nothing in such situations, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I can’t directly say that I really am sorry.
September 2011
11 posts
I hate you.
You’re so stupid and selfish and everything. I just want you to die and go straight to hell know it. Okay thanks bye.
This is like my another blog. Tehee. →
I was just saying, not asking, if I could hate my life, on my previous post. Then today, my blackberry’s gone missing. Was that an answer to that rhetorical question? So should I be more grateful about my life or… Should I hate my life even more? -_-
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Wake me up when it's Friday.
I don’t want to deal with any college thingy.
God can I hate my life.
You're not colorblind.
This world does not only consist of black or white. Not only “pain” or “happiness”. There are millions other colors beside those two.
August 2011
14 posts
1 tag
When a person dies, their souls transfer out of their body into another dimension. Or into a new world if you would like to call it that. They travel to search, and to find, a new place for them where the souls find themselves at ease. When they have found their special place to be, their special place to exist, they create their own way of life, and their own kind of being.
There are many...
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Maybe it's not about talent. Or maybe it is.
Maybe I didn’t make any progress. Maybe I chose the wrong thing. Maybe I should stop. Uh maybe I use too many maybe.
Well maybe life is about contingency.
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1 tag
The third semester starts tomorrow. Is this some kind of joke? Duh.
You think I’m quiet? You wonder why? Because I don’t like talking to people I’m not comfortable with.
You think I’m calm? You wonder why? Because I don’t like wasting my time and energy for things I don’t really care.
You think I’m shy? You wonder why? Because I don’t like being noted.
Do you know why I’m saying these obvious things? Because...
...The fuck? →
A fucking grammar lesson.
cavum:
They’re = They fucking are.
Their = Shows fucking possession.
There = Specifies a fucking location.
You’re = You fucking are.
Your = Shows fucking possession.
We’re = We fucking are.
Were = Past fucking tense of “are”.
Where = Specifies a fucking location.
Than = A fucking comparison.
Then = A point in fucking time.