DESPERATION
Now's one of those nights my stupidity overrides all logical reasoning and I move my stupid hand to open that damn folder I shld never open.
It's like a sacred temple. You can look at it from afar, but you can and must, NEVER NEVER EVER touch it. (Just like your belly button too.)
Yeah. So I made that horrible mistake of opening that folder.
The moment I opened it, a PANG BANG of NOSTALGIA hit me right smack in my disfigured faesh. DANG-YUM.
Note to self: NEVER OPEN THE "MEMORIES" FOLDER. HAIZ..
Anyways, I just hope pray that I don't get ignored forever and that things won't just end like this. It shouldn't, it CAN'T.
There's NO WAY I'm letting it stop.
OH GOD.. I can't even bring myself to write type anymore ;A;
I just feel.. Inferior, left behind, retarded, fat, short, and.. FUGLY =\
ANNNNND my granny from China ain't helping by keep beckoning me to go and sleep (almost typed "go to sleep" which sound like I'm gonna be "put to sleep" which I don't really mind~)
GAAAAAAHH. FAAAAAAAH. URGHHHHH. OTL
-RAGES AT MY OWN INCOMPETENCY-
Such treachery my stupid fingers hath broughteth upon me D<
Wadeva. I'm gonna remove my contact lenses and SLEEP. YESSSSS. It's all gonna be fine.. It gets better.. Someone pls tell me why I'm trying to convince myself that sleeping will actually resolve these pessimistic thoughts?
GRRR.. Ohkay.. Irresolution has led to the downfall of many.. I SHALL DECIDE.
I'll text her, AND go to sleep.
Viola.
Nights my dear livejournal~ The marimos are doing well and I hope I can type more entries more often. Sorry I haven't been able to post much since I don't type as fast as YOUKNOWWHO. (Not Lord Voldemort) Yeah. Apologies.
It's like a sacred temple. You can look at it from afar, but you can and must, NEVER NEVER EVER touch it. (Just like your belly button too.)
Yeah. So I made that horrible mistake of opening that folder.
The moment I opened it, a PANG BANG of NOSTALGIA hit me right smack in my disfigured faesh. DANG-YUM.
Note to self: NEVER OPEN THE "MEMORIES" FOLDER. HAIZ..
Anyways, I just hope pray that I don't get ignored forever and that things won't just end like this. It shouldn't, it CAN'T.
There's NO WAY I'm letting it stop.
OH GOD.. I can't even bring myself to write type anymore ;A;
I just feel.. Inferior, left behind, retarded, fat, short, and.. FUGLY =\
ANNNNND my granny from China ain't helping by keep beckoning me to go and sleep (almost typed "go to sleep" which sound like I'm gonna be "put to sleep" which I don't really mind~)
GAAAAAAHH. FAAAAAAAH. URGHHHHH. OTL
-RAGES AT MY OWN INCOMPETENCY-
Such treachery my stupid fingers hath broughteth upon me D<
Wadeva. I'm gonna remove my contact lenses and SLEEP. YESSSSS. It's all gonna be fine.. It gets better.. Someone pls tell me why I'm trying to convince myself that sleeping will actually resolve these pessimistic thoughts?
GRRR.. Ohkay.. Irresolution has led to the downfall of many.. I SHALL DECIDE.
I'll text her, AND go to sleep.
Viola.
Nights my dear livejournal~ The marimos are doing well and I hope I can type more entries more often. Sorry I haven't been able to post much since I don't type as fast as YOUKNOWWHO. (Not Lord Voldemort) Yeah. Apologies.