So my friend has decided that my friendship/relationship with Krystal can be brought down to a comment I inavertedly said during the course of a conversation:

Krystal and I are an anomaly wrapped in an enigma surrounded by a cryptic layer of what the fuck?

Yea, I don't know where I got that from either.

I've wondered at times what is it with my attitude. I constantly fluctuate between a very contemplative deameanor to an irritated one to an antisocial one. At times, my changes are completely 180. I wonder if I am subconsciously aware of all the shit I do and how malicious and hateful I can be ( Read more... )

Best book I've read in a long time. Highly recommend it to everyone:

www.johndiesattheend.com

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So I had a bit of a scare on Sunday. Quick background: When I came back home on Saturday from work, my throat was aching and sore and hurting from talking all day. I had a small bit of ice cream and dismissed the pain as I usually do when anything feels bad. I went to a rather restless sleep ( Read more... )

So in my quest for things to get me interested I went back to Xaos at the request of some people and found that the place has become, for lack of a better way of saying it, nonexistant ( Read more... )

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I feel miserable, horrible, and wretched. I wonder if things even make sense in my own mind. I fear that I'm coming up to another one of my oh so wonderful mental breakdowns. I just don't know any more. I don't care. I want things to end. I want to stop suffering.

Puni Puni Poemi has thoroughly fucked my mind. I cannot even begin to explain the sheer and abject stupidity and nonsense involved in that show.

Watch it if you dare. Actually, just watch it once. I'm going to go cry in a corner now.

So I have a theory about a friend of mine, let's call her K (as if it doesn't make it blatantly obvious for people who know me ( Read more... )