bla the teacups.
well, i haven't been able to post for a while. a whole lot has happened since my last entry and let me tell you, life can really change in such a short span of time. :|
i will now tell you a story. *ahemahem*
once upon a time, there was a certain teacup became plastic. then a little girl came and tried to destroy the little plastic teacup. she was left in defeat for the little plastic teacup was far too hard to break. so along she went, skipping on her merry little way, leaving the little plastic teacup all alone on the cold floor.
the end.
here's another, *ahemahem*
once upon a time,there was a little ballerina named Sonja. she wasn't the best ballerina, nor was she the prettiest. one thing about her though, was she was a good fiend. well, not until she got so jealous of the other ballerinas who were far better than her and so she tore them apart. limb by limb, she ripped at them. till she killed them all. and so she was left alone, with no one to dance with her.
the end.
well, all those stories really don't make any sense. well, of course they wont, you don't know what the hell is going on in my head. then again, even i don't understand myself or what i just wrote.... or do i?
well, in a nut shell... things have been crap. schools been killer and friends are being unreasonable. sigh, life is tough.
i will now tell you a story. *ahemahem*
once upon a time, there was a certain teacup became plastic. then a little girl came and tried to destroy the little plastic teacup. she was left in defeat for the little plastic teacup was far too hard to break. so along she went, skipping on her merry little way, leaving the little plastic teacup all alone on the cold floor.
the end.
here's another, *ahemahem*
once upon a time,there was a little ballerina named Sonja. she wasn't the best ballerina, nor was she the prettiest. one thing about her though, was she was a good fiend. well, not until she got so jealous of the other ballerinas who were far better than her and so she tore them apart. limb by limb, she ripped at them. till she killed them all. and so she was left alone, with no one to dance with her.
the end.
well, all those stories really don't make any sense. well, of course they wont, you don't know what the hell is going on in my head. then again, even i don't understand myself or what i just wrote.... or do i?
well, in a nut shell... things have been crap. schools been killer and friends are being unreasonable. sigh, life is tough.