like seriously. oh my god. will you just stop it? quit the whining.
things i want to say to people.
1. DO YOUR MODERN!! :DDD
2. i'm sorry about yesterday night, but i had to do it. And i know what he feels like, the point is he needs to snap out of it before he does something stupid, and if i can get him to do that by my method, then so be it. i'm sorry, i know it's hard, but don't tell me that i haven't felt that way before and i don't understand because i have and i do.
3. no matter what you say or how many times you say it, i'm still not comfortable with that.
at all. so get your fucking hands away from him, and keep them away.
ps: you don't own him or any single god fucking part of him in any way. so stop acting like it.
4. you know you deserve so much better. i don't understand you. at all.
5. oh for crying out loud: ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?
hahahaha...
okay, blogging again.
so, what happened in the past few days?
nothing much i guess...
me and suvi have taken to going down to nsb during lunch times...
haha, yes, to see our significant others. LOL.
sorry, trace, for the PDA-ing... )=
i just really like hugs and etc, and yeah...
and now i'm just trying to find an excuse...
my excuse is that i haven't seen him since tuesday! :DD
(...fail...)
and also:
pleeease don't call him tristy.
he doesn't like it. :P
anyway...
musical is almost over!
*runs to bed crying*
i'm going to be so depressed when it finishes...
it's such a big part of my life now...
it's like last year... musical withdrawal.
)=
me be sad.
school is freaking busy...T.T
i swear ima gonna fail something this year...
eurgh... so so bad...
anyway, i'm off to bed.
gnight peeps!
oh i love musical.
i love musical so much.
i love love love it!
incoherency in blog posts = fail.
still, if that rant was all it took to have me writing again...
then i guess it's worth it. in the end.
it's funny how to smallest of things can make me insanely happy.
and the smallest of things can make me insanely depressed as well.
btw, i got another blog.
LOL, dw, i like this blog and i won't abandon this one.
this new blog is for things which that i write, like prose and poetry pieces.
which i, for some reason or another, don't want to post up on deviantART.
^
a total rip-off of trace, i know.
haha, i'm so creative. not. so i dunno.
fel free to check it out every now and then.
i'll be posting stuff on there.
so yeah...
and musical makes me happy.
musical ending makes me sad.
tristan makes me stupidly happy.
and he makes me ridiculously sad.
life is happy right now.
i don't want it to be sad.
eh. i feel tired. haha.
and i want to sleep, but i have vd to do!
and i'm procrastinating anyway. aiyaiyai...
and this is for you, ri.
because i haven't blogged in ages.
nothing much happening.
life is normal. life kinda sucks.
life is tiring. life is unfair.
and i'm just gonna bitch and whine about it.
bleurgh, because that'll solve everything. eurgh.
yeah.
and i'm not feeling very okay right now. i'm probably gonna end up typing up another rant because that's what i d when i end u feeling rather shitty and out of it, but i can't really help it because i can't think properly and nothing coherent will come out, not at least like i want it and why on earth did i need to see her? haven't i had enough from lml and now you bring up another one, who's got gorgeous eyes and looks like the sweetest sugar candy you'll ever meet and god i feel so damn incompetent and you don't seem to understand and fuck this i can't really care about that anymore but who am i kidding of course i care and then you go and tell me about how i am all the things which i'm not and it just makes me feel so god damn worse. and now there's this high pitched ultrasonic sound stabbing through my ears and it's driving me insane and i can't think properly, but then again i never think properly because now nothing i think about isn't related to you and gods whoever reads all of this must either have no life or are just very persevering because i'm fucking no idea have at least of what i'm trying to say anymore. highs come back down to earth won't you my star boy because i can't reach you where you are right now, swimming among the dripping pulsars and foggy galaxies. my little boy with the plastic crown, come down off that ladder darling dearest sweet heart love, it'll do you no good, do me no good if you stay up there. to the boy who thinks that trysts are romantic, who lusts for an angel every night, who's eyes have the entire ocean leaking out of them, who's voice can light candles among the coffins in my basement...i love you.
