February 2012
Has someone ever made you feel like you’re everything that’s wrong with the world?
I haven't had a headache this bad in a while.
I think I have a fever…
Well, I still gotta go to school, tomorrow. I guess I’ll tough through it.
... my head is killing me.
Fuck. Fuck… Fahhhhk.
Hmm.
Why am I such an awkward little turtle? :c
A pen.
Slowly, the pen took its tilted turn down the uneven desk, with bumpy rolls preceding a free-fall from the elevated wooden platform. With a soundless clatter it skipped, bounding along the carpeted floor. A cold, clumsy, deathly pale hand reached to take it as it slowed, its arcing roll, yet a stray shift of an old, wooden school chair knocked it away, leaving the hand bruised. For a moment, the...
My writing is officially gone.
Yuss. The stories have closed with an unsatisfying ending.
My. Internet. Is. Pissing. Me. Off.
… I’m usually not this irritable.
But fuck you.
It's kind of a funny story.
Y’know?
Again -
Why the hell not?
Hahah, funnily enough, it's Friday here. I'm...
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... Yeah.
It’s Thursday. That’s great. Yeah.
It's a sweet thought.
An awkward kid finding someone that they aren’t awkward around - or at least someone that understands and walks the same wavelength… I’d like that.
Remind me again.
It’s all stuck in my chest. Remind me again, why I hold it so close to my heart.
I just love this movie.
Blegh.
I dislike my inability to fit into predetermined gender roles.
Waiting.
I’m simply waiting, but that’s all right.
I'd rather not do anything spectacular.
I’m not the type to go out and end world hunger, find cures to diseases, or build rockets to the moon. I just want to live at my own pace. Maybe I’ll own a coffee shop or a local flower shop. It sounds nice. It sounds like I’d be… content.
It's sorta funny, what sticks with us when it's...
I can still remember what her voice is like. We talked on the phone a lot, which is weird, since I’ve never done that with another girl. It always struck me as odd, y’know?
I adjust to facets of life rather quickly.
But I'm just too much.
We’re young… Why do you have it so hard when I have it so easy? It doesn’t make sense. I wish I could take all those problems, and hold them to my heart, just so you wouldn’t have to feel all that pain. I’d rather you didn’t feel anything that could hurt you.
When you stop to think, and finally realize, “I fucked up.”
When your music is on shuffle and the song fits your thoughts perfectly.
Truisms are cliché, but true nonetheless.
I just changed the water for my flowers.
It’s a little sad… They look fine on the outside, but I know they’re going to die soon. One day, I’ll start up a garden. I think that’s one thing I know I want to do someday.
Nothing really matters.
Anyone can see, nothing really matters to me.
It's probably stupid of me.
But I really want you to notice me. Even if it’s only as the creep you hate.
My head hurts when I listen to music in the...
But if I don’t, it’s just too damn quiet.
Music is a beautiful thing.
It can say, in four minutes, more than can be said in volumes of literature, hours of speaking, and years of living.
Mm, I’m just waiting for a time where time doesn’t really matter.
I'm just a rather melodramatic kid.
But the thing is, you’re just a rather upbeat girl - neither of us are too special, so why do you make me feel so small?
Hey, look, it's that girl you like!
And all her friends… and a bunch of other guys… that are all funnier than you, and more athletic than you, and better looking than you…
Yeah. That’s a little depressing.
And then...
For some reason, he was happy. It might be manic depression, or bipolarity, but he didn’t care. He felt happy, and that fact satisfied him.
Sorry, miss.
I guess I’m a creeper by nature. Hope you’ll find it in yourself to forgive my misunderstandings of proper social conduct.
Tell me again why I bother.
Please.
Why the fuck not?
Idiot.
Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot.
You’re not supposed to care about this girl. She’s just another girl. She’s like the rest of the girls you’ve fallen for. Just like them. There’s no point. Just like the rest of them.
Idiot.
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... Ahh, I get it.
Okay. I saw it coming, I guess. I’m just a creep. Like I always thought, she’s a nice girl - she’s got someone that’s better than I could hope to be. She deserves that much, at the very least.
… fuck.
That wasn’t actually supposed to happen.
Nope, I’ll just pretend that never happened, and simply be on my way.
Oh, and talented girls frighten me to death.
... nyehhh.
Attractive girls scare me. Especially when they talk to me. And they’re smart. Scaryyyy.
I'm actually quite vulgar.
Still, I enjoy those moments where being civilized and controlling my emotions isn’t necessary - those times where I can just feel.
It’s difficult, sometimes, remembering that you’re only human.
I dislike pushing my opinions onto others.
I know it’s all a matter of perspective, and belief in correctness is entirely relative in its existence. I dislike arguments over pointless things.
I don't get it.
People so readily accept the negativity the world has to offer (I’m guilty of being one of those people), and they so easily take in information that would solidify emotions with a dark, or spiteful nature, but people so strongly deny the possibilty of positivity existing on the other side of the spectrum. Why is it so much easier to hate than it is to accept?
I've decided.
Should I ever end up finding a girl I’m comfortable with, or someone who’s comfortable enough with me for me to reciprocate the feeling, I won’t buy her flowers. I’ll start up a garden, where flowers can live. I’ve read that the moment the stems are cut, flowers are constantly wilting away. I want to give life, rather than taking it as something temporary. I want to...
I get an apology is in order, but I really have to get this out. I’m pretty sure I did wrong by you and I have no excuse. I’m sorry.