The following is an extract from an entry I typed and scraped, simply because you’re not worth the humiliation derived from a public baring of my soul.
Maybe you were, but right now? Not a single drip.
“Do I have to be lonely and self-sufficient to be qualified to sit in your car and make conversations with you? Do I have to always be the one who’s a notch below you before I can make this friendship work out? Do I have to feel chewed up and spitted out before I can ask how’s your day?
Maybe this wasn’t your intention, but it sure as hell feels that way. And after a whole year of this feeling constantly thrashing inside me, I’m tired. Too tired to do anything besides wonder what really happened to the friendship I’ve invested so much time and energy in.”
There are so many questions but knowing you, answering them would be a feat. Furthermore, I can’t help but realize that we don’t talk anymore.
We simply don’t.
Liek,
I am your e-stalker dude.
Wanna make out?
Also, I am deeply saddened by the fact that you don’t swing my way. *sigh*
love,
me
WTF!?
Honestly, tell me.
Where the fuck have you been all my life?
Sifting through your entries today, I realize that you are what makes this world completely and wonderfully AWESOME.
I offer you my firstborn.
Anyways,
Good Morning dude.
I shall be going off to sleep now, since I have class in approximately 7 hours.
WTF MUCH.
Life sucks ass, sometimes.
THIS IS THAT COMMENT WHERE I WRITE AS MANY POINTLESS THINGS AS POSSIBLE TO SPAM YOUR COMMENTS BOX
I am clearly on crack, there’s no other explanation for it
Also,
CEILING CATS
and
INVISIBLE BUTTSEX
and
WTF shit, i’m just writing stuff that is coming up in my mind at random moments
and
what the hell. I need to sleep now.
TA~
Also, I take great delight in supplying you with useless information and imagining you go “WTF!?” and get all frustrated.
Simon Cowell is TEH SEX. No questions asked.
Gotta go off and do math and shit now.
Life sucks Ass
after i sleep that is.
have i not told you that life sucks my fucking ass?
You are secretly cool under your clothes. And over your clothes. And in my pants.
Jesus. Who’re you.
No, sorry to disappoint, but I ain’t no Jesus Christ.
It would be awesome if my name really was Jesus though.
Liek. awesomely awesome. whoo.
Seeing how I don’t swing your way, you’re probably a girl. And seeing how you have math to do and your impossible enthusiasm, you’re in secondary school?
I am such a detective, I know.
awesome.
you found out.
spot on~
i think i’ve overused my quota of “awesome” this lifetime
for lack of a better word,
blah.
I’ve hugged and kissed Daniel and sat on his lap with my arms lovingly twined around his neck while he told me he’s missed me.
How jealous are you?
hahahaha @ beejeezus’s lack if better things to do.
and i just had to comment, this is so me lah, writing entries before completely backpedalling and trying to take back the hurtful truth that i just spewed, like an inner desire to keep it all in, suppressed, bottled.
if its any consolation this is truly therapeutic, huh?