Bad Dreams

I hate them. I hate them with every single cell in my body. I hate them to death. I hate them when they're exaggerated, when they make no sense.... but I especially hate them when I know what they're about and they're based on the stupid truths of my life. They're stupid.


Aren't dreams supposed to be a fkn escape from the torment of reality? But noo......mine obviously aren't, they suck. They're a damn repeat except worse. They take my fears, doubts, frustrations, and jealousies, and turn them into a dream where I have to re-live these things that I wish I could escape from.

Stupid. So now my whole day is ruined. My whole mood is ruined. And then I'll have to again face whatever it is that bothering me and then be reminded of that damn dream that I just had.


Sometimes, I truly wish it was that easy and that my feelings could be expressed without hurting someone else' 'cause then maybe I would and maybe these dreams would go away.


All I know is I'm hurting terribly and it's not getting better anytime soon.

Two Things

1. The Boy
2. The Essay











....and hopefully, by the end of tomorrow, it'll only be one thing.

Twitter.

So I read the blog of my bud where she mentioned she had a Twitter and that she updated it often. So I was like "Hey, maybe I should get one". So then I went on to the site and I creeped her page for about ten seconds (no lie) and then I clicked "Create an Account to Follow JKineLive" and then I saw for boxes that I had to fill in to create this twitter account... and then I went on Facebook again instead. So no, I do not have a twitter. Plus, if I did, it's probably be really stupid and no one would follow it because I'd use it like an online whining tool and complain with every tweet about stupid things people don't care about. So yeah. And yeah.

24 may 2011

I cannot write. I cannot think. I cannot write and cannot think because none of the things that I can think to write are of any consequence to anybody else other than myself. Most of which are whines and complaints about homework and wanting The Boy. Oh...life.

It's true.

Good things come in small packages. ;)

hi.

i like this font.

I am going to perish in neglect.

I am going to perish in neglect. Neglect, frustration, desperation, and depression. I am going to die. Tearsdrop fall sullenly from the brown of my eyes. Contemplation of a finality enters my neglected mind. I die.

I am going to die.

I am suffocating. I cannot breathe. Farewell, dear universe. It's been nice knowing you.

Hehe

So before playland..i am at school with nathan and christina and andrew behind me...or he was..he is such a ninja. I also found out that Halo is called halo because they have giant rings that kill everything. "all life, all biotic organisms" says Nathan. "better not quote me there" says nathan *slaps the back of my head* ABUSE!!

hAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......we're a lol-ing... but christina's giggling... *giggle*
Bwahahahahahahaha... okay... I'm crazy.. okay bye. :P