I get irritated by blogs which constantly complain about EVERYTHING, droan on about depression and everthing that comes with it, and type smthng lk th1s.
But, with the exception of the latter, these things probably apply to me. Looking over previous entries, I realise that
1) perhaps I've run out of things to say, and 2) it's difficult being a teenager without writing like one
In summary of the past month or so:
- I still don't get all my work done on time (even though I am trying)
- I have a fairy wand, with which I dance around people merrily
- My guitar fund is MELTING because buying people the things they want leaves dents in my bank account.
- My Christmas list is a mini library, and
- I'm still fat. I seem to be gaining weight. Poo.
Oh yeah, and I still can't find a suitable way of ending an entry.
I have nothing to write today, but for somehow I feel like I'd be neglecting this if I don't write something :S
Orthodentist tomorrow, poo.
It's my violin exam tomorrow, I'm not ready. My fingers bleed from trying.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but recently I've become hateful towards all humans in general. This is evolution? We've turned ourselves into manipulative bullies?
We had the carol service today, and had to walk to and from the cathedral four times. I don't understand why we didn't just stay there :S
Thom Yorke's so beautiful.
"I log on for company,
My ISP comforts me..." HMHMHM.
Of course, you and I both know that this is, most probably, all down to hormones.
I saw Sam today, which was lovely. Film was good, had a stone thrown at me by a chavling.
Ok, now to write something unrelated to my opening paragraph, to make you all see that I'm tired and haven't slept, I'm irritable, I'll write what I want.
Is there some invisible contract on a friendship? That after a period of 2-9 months, you lose touch.
It seems as if every time I befriend a really great person, I either give them reason to be pissed off at me, or they tire of me after a period of time.
Maybe I'm not talking to you to prevent you from hating me. If I don't speak to you there's always the chance that we'd lose touch, and you'd forget about me.
But we'd find something to say to each other after a while, and you'd trust me.
I feel like you say nice things to appease me, I feel like you're bored of me. I feel like I can't ever say the right thing. Y'know, it happens everytime.
I feel like shit for saying that. All these people are brilliant, and I love them, I just can't be a good enough person to you.
Maybe I'll sign back on and apologise for being a c()nt.
I love you
I wish I wasn't such a disappointment.
Whoosh, look at them go
I had my doctors appointment today. I learnt that my bloodpressure is 94, and I weigh 7 stones 10 pounds.
I've decided to go ahead with the c.d, for the following reasons:
a) I spent so long working on it,
b) I disagree that the making was unfair. - The majority of tracks were off compilations that came free with magazines. Nobody is losing any money.
c) It would be such a waste to throw it away, and
d) Sam seemed so happy when I told her I had made her one.
There. Now, go away.