Pinch me. Please
God save the queen. God save me. The queen doesnr need your help not as much as i do. I hate this life i hate this job. I hate waiting, im sick and tires of waiting for something to happen im sick and tired of thinking it'll all be better soon. This is fucked up, fuck this life fuck the future theres nothing good to look forward to theres nothing good about studying with a pool of inchworms and cretins. Theres nothing optimistic about the future.nothing. Zero.zilch. Look at that! Oh im in so great a place i have to imagine that someone worth telling it to's gonna come and read this. My life is fucked up i hate this.i hate it so badly.thats how pathetic my lifes played out to be i've to resort to imagining that someone whose all wise and all compatible to be my greatest friend on the other end. When im lying in bed and im going through all this anger and emotion i come to a point where i hear myself complaining and confiding to all these willing passersby on my journal and i have the best time of that moment releasing that pent up angst and then i pick up my phone and its different. It was actually nice talking to these people in my head it was spontaneous and raw it came out like confetti in a box. At that time i still couldnt find the word for these small little paper things and only remembered that it sounded similar to paparrazi. And i thought to myself that as soon as i come online id type these things and say that i was going to type in down onto dictionary.com hoping theyed give me similar sounding words if i spelt it wrongly.i wanted to say that i liked this and that spontaneous was the word. That is actually wasnt so bad.