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Jun 18, 2007 21:01

June 18th 2007, 12:42 AM

I hate my hair. It’s not like I really care to the point where I’d think about it and shit, it’s just if I were to pick if I hated it or loved it (both extremes, heh), I’d hate it. Which I do. The worst it does for me is make me feel insecure in front of a mirror. But still. Fuckin irritating. Oh well. I forget what it looks like when I’m outside and functioning like a normal being.

Speaking of functioning like a normal being, I don’t do that when I’m alone. Whenever I consider making a post to my livejournal, I always listen to music just to set a tone (pretend me being alone and me posting to my LJ is relevant). But for some reason, I always pick a real moody or angsty piece at night so that my posts turn out all emo. Ugh.. hate that shit.

I HATE BEING EMO.

I do. And I hate the word itself. But honestly, there is no other word that defines it better than itself. Therefore, I begrudgingly use it. Oh yeah, emotional exists. But emo is just a certain type that everyone instinctively relates to. Mmmmk. Enough talk about emo. I have enough of that bull as it is, being a teenager and all.

Oh yeah.

I tried on the whole tie thing again, and I feel dumb. Maybe it was that my hair looked even shittier than usual at the time. Maybe because I looked dirty and gross. Maybe because it was also dark. But I don’t know. I'm just gonna say “fuck it”. Which I do much too often. BAD.

Soaking up in pleasantry. Sounds nice.
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