Tea parties. The one's that we had in homeroom. Everyone looked at us like we were so strange -- while we waited for our English Breakfast Teas to settle. And 6th period. English class. Bonsall hated us, because we were always laughing and drawing stupid doodles. And I remember your Irony Parade poem. I loved it. So much. No one understood it -- ( Read more... )

Something that I hate more than anything is spoiled people. People who have things come so easily to them and yet they still have no appreciation for everything they've been blessed with. I work my ass off for things I get and I appreciate the hell out of them and it's annoying seeing others have mommy and daddy give them everything they ask for ( Read more... )

skep·tic also scep·tic
n.
One who instinctively or habitually doubts, questions, or disagrees with assertions or generally accepted conclusions.

I am one of those

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If your personality was based on your myspace and livejournal layout then mine would be "boring" because both of mine are the same. White on white -- with a black border. How enticing. Today started off more than mildly shitty-ish but as the night went on things got worse, and then better and then amazing. I beat my game in MQ nights ago and lately ( Read more... )

Who ever in their (un)right mind stated that good friends are always there for you were wrong. Obviously people cannot successfully support their friends unless benefit is brought to them as well -- which is rather immature in my opinion. I've been reflecting on my personality alot lately and I've come to the conclusion that I am not anti-social in ( Read more... )

For the past few weeks, I've felt so overloaded with emotions. My brain is so entirely full with thoughts and feelings. I find it difficult to explain myself in small quantities because everything just comes out at once. It's a mixture between stress, and worry, anxiety, and a little bit of anger. I suck at relationships and it seems that problems ( Read more... )

I despise when people try to redeem themselves through comforting words, like it can erase whatever mistake they made

I am honestly begining to believe that I have no life

Lately, I have felt like an insignificant piece of whatever. I have not felt that prod to get me to do things that I know I need to do. Like my poetry project that is due on Monday. And studying for my World War 1 examination on Monday. Or my Chemistry quiz on Monday. I feel so at place. Being a bum, listening to Sisters of Mercy, talking on the ( Read more... )

I hate the human race. But something I hate more than that is our nonsensical way of thinking.
And what I hate the most, is that we can't help it. You are a shitty person -- a sorry excuse for a reason to waste air. I hope you die soon.

On another note I took pictures outside this afternoon.

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