it's me and a pink elephant at the center of oblivion
and I can't even see it's there.
I gave a sentance to my mind-people.
I really think I have some sort of neurological problem, and I often think of dying young, but even if I were diagnosed (with hypochondriousis ;p ) I don't think I'd take anything to correct the issue. I think I'm signed-up to go to the neruologist again sometime soon though. Last time we never went to the appointment ;-_-
Two weeks until mental freedom and then what? I don't like being not busy, but I can't stand not busying myself with my own projects. I need to be a designer of some sort, or a writer. Honestly, I'm too blase with the creativity sparks.
God Damn Gwen Steffani; I WANT TO GO TO JAPAN. I'd live in squalor just to be able to live saftely in a country of foreign tongue. Now I should be a linguist. Can I make a new job description, plz?
Starting three new sewing projects:
- Bustle Skirt
- Cutsew
- Little jacket thingy or Capelet
I decided that I don't like people today. In general. They don't agree with my morals. Ain't that odd? Say I should go live in a Stick-up-My-Butt colony. I really hope I develop xcreme Antisocial Personality Dissorder. Then I can be a real nihilist. I'll kill off so many people I'd cause a nitemare. Gross. HEY POLICE! USE THIS TO PROSECUTE ME. x)
It's a brand new day♪
So I'm amazed that I can use the blunt of my thumb to cover up the sun.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, some cold medicine.
o.chiii~ i love yuu