Nativty Scenes (are for the pure)
One: Phantom decided that she/he/whatever had the authority to scold other kids on the forums. Kind of wanted to slap her. I mean, I do the same thing in my head, but it's terribly bad form to actually DO it, especially when she has no authority for the move. Fucking dumb. Yes, America's good and bad, but we always croon our goods, so the board was place to list off the bads- and fucking morons have to take it the wrong way. yeah, I like living here. Yeah, it's nice- but the world knows th NICE parts of it. Not enough people talk about the bads- that doesn't mean you need to take fucking offense to it, jesus fucking christ. I take offense at the word "fag", because we live in a time where the politics of being a "fag" are under pretty fucking heavy fire- WHO THE HELL FIRES ON AMERICA? They can poke us with a stick, and we nuke their fucking country. It's how we work.
Two: The fledgling sparrows have their feathers. The underbellies are the prettiest of whites.
Three: Testing kills. It really does. It kills braincells, self-esteem, self-worth, and spirals the average human IB student into a month of severe depression. It's unhealthy, and should probably be heavily monitered by therapists and a handful of pyschiastrists.
Four: I'm tired of trying to make friends with people who don't fucking give a damn about anything. I really am. Is it so fucking difficult to have a passion for *something*? Or god damn- even a personality? Trying one's damndest to strike up a conversation with the fleshy equivalent of a fucking ragdoll isn't anyone's idea of a fun time. If I'm talking to you actively, it's because I want conversation- which requires TWO people, not one talking to themself.
Five: Days were no fics are updated are the equivalent of death and destruction. I need my daily dose of warm of fluffy, especially when all this fucking...damn...stupidity is going on.
Six: I miss not caring. I'd say I miss feeling safe, but i don't think I've ever had that luxury.
Seven: Paper III, History of the Americas, three essays, two and a half hours- tomorrow. Fuck, I need medication.
~Darrian
Two: The fledgling sparrows have their feathers. The underbellies are the prettiest of whites.
Three: Testing kills. It really does. It kills braincells, self-esteem, self-worth, and spirals the average human IB student into a month of severe depression. It's unhealthy, and should probably be heavily monitered by therapists and a handful of pyschiastrists.
Four: I'm tired of trying to make friends with people who don't fucking give a damn about anything. I really am. Is it so fucking difficult to have a passion for *something*? Or god damn- even a personality? Trying one's damndest to strike up a conversation with the fleshy equivalent of a fucking ragdoll isn't anyone's idea of a fun time. If I'm talking to you actively, it's because I want conversation- which requires TWO people, not one talking to themself.
Five: Days were no fics are updated are the equivalent of death and destruction. I need my daily dose of warm of fluffy, especially when all this fucking...damn...stupidity is going on.
Six: I miss not caring. I'd say I miss feeling safe, but i don't think I've ever had that luxury.
Seven: Paper III, History of the Americas, three essays, two and a half hours- tomorrow. Fuck, I need medication.
~Darrian