It's too late to apologise.

Why can't I just stop?

I'm impressed.

I woke up at 11am today, and didn't have my phone with me at all this afternoon.

I only checked it once, at about 6:45pm.

I'm impressed with myself.

That's sad.

She's not afraid, she just likes to use her night light .

I hate confusing feelings. I hate mixed signals.

I just...I don't know.

I really don't know what to do.

I am just....
spent.

Take that vest off, you look like Aladdin.

Seriously, I have a sad existence.

The following happened:

Mom: "Ed Norton got married, what is he in?"
Me: "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" *basically, dead*
Mom: *rolls eyes* "I said Ed NORMAN. You are pathetic."


I really am.

That's what I was *TRYING* to do!

I am an odd person. While I was trying to fall asleep when I got home from work today, I was thinking about what I like, and things about myself.

I like to write, read, nap, cuddle, chat about lewd things via the internet (or in person, I'm really not picky when it comes to lewdness), mess around in photoshop (which I suck at. Like, really).

I like music, and movies. I like history, have a slight interest in psychology (but not enough to study it past the basics). I hate math, I hate science of all kinds.



I like John Mayer. I like reading ONTD.
I like dabbling in my novel, penning ideas for my "amazing" movie that I will someday write.

I like talking about my future, what I would do with millions of dollars, having road rage, lusting after Range Rovers.

I also like to bash love and people in it.

Yet, I found myself, before drifting off, realising that's all I really want.

Weird, huh?

I'm writing your tragedy.

In a fit of hysterics today, I realised that I truly dislike my real personality. The fake one is okay. I act sweet to people I don't know. They think I'm sweet and when I say that I am in reality not a great person, they say, "What?! No way!"

They don't know me. I don't actually know if anyone in this world actually does know me. I'm not sure if I know myself anyone. I cannot distinguish between the fake and real. Sometimes my stories conflict. Sometimes my lies go too far.

I have an inability to completely open myself up and share my secrets and opinions. I judge people, but I cannot stand to be judged myself. I am a hypocrite. I sometimes inwardly cringe at my blatant disregard for people's feelings - even though I know that whoever is the topic of discussion will never hear what I am saying about them.

I would be so incredibly hurt if I found out someone was doing the same to me...so why do I continuously do it?

In other news, crushes are lame. All they do is make me feel badly about myself.

Fin.

Heh

December 12, 2007 marks an exciting event - the last day of classes for the Fall semester. Exciting, and the grades are definitely better this time around.

Umm.
I really cannot think of anything exciting/funny to say.

This blogging shit is hard.
Gosh.