[JOURNAL] The pitter-patter of bullets just rain upon me +
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Even I don’t know why I’m posting this entry…
Please ignore this. Please ignore this. Please. Please. Please just ignore this. I’m not me, I swear.
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An aura of insignificance seems to have overcome me lately. It’s nice that I can keep up my normal phase though. There aren’t enough distractions in the world to fill my mind.
I want comfort food, like now. D8 But I can’t…because I swear, I’m going to keep my strict diet even if it kills me.
My old fandoms are converging on me. Vincent Valentine really is such a lovely lovely thing, person, love. Why am I reading Pokemon fanfiction. And why am I searching up Beyblade communities. Why am I still online. I should be working.
What has happened to the blindingly retarded idiot that you know of? I have taken over her his subconscious and locked her him… in a closet hidden in the far depths of Narnia with nothing to subsist on but unicorns.
Remember, I’m always watching you.
OhWTFLOLOL. t(O A Ot) I watch you sleep, you little bastards. That’s right. We all do. And we’re waiting with our ketchup bottles and plastic knives. Wait. What. What am I even typing.
Something’s wrong.
The hellish institution called school is piling the workloads onto us. I feel a sense of impending doom. I know for sure that my marks are never going to reach my expectations. Confirmation has been received today. I think I’m failing Science. My art is terribly incomplete. I haven’t even finished applying the masking fluid to my silkscreen. I’m so far behind in Computer Science, because I just can’t seem to get a single damn thing.
I can’t seem to bring myself to care.
Speaking of which, I think I’ve found my APH OTPs, wot, what am I talking about. America is really starting to gain my affection. America, you are so damn sweet, I don’t know what to do. My hand hurts. My hand really hurts.
The floor’s so cold, but oranges are good. Citrus is forever. Mayfair is coming. Don’t you dare forget me. I’m telling you. Don’t you dare. I want a new camera, one that works without me hitting it every 2 seconds. I think I should water the flowers, they seem to be dying. Enzo is clawing at me, stop it, stop it, you bloody turtle. Wtfwtfwtfwtf. Why isn’t the new Hetalia episode working for me.
I hope I got the job. I hope I got the job. I hope I got the job. I really hope I got that job; our financial situation is killing me.
And here's something completely irrelevant, just like the rest of this entry. You know you want to click this. You know you've wanted to all along.
Why did that guy say that I would be in a relationship by 17? I will never get an ear piercing, because I am a selfish person. I’ve always wanted a vase of orange hibiscus. People should really give indie music a try. It’s so beautiful, it makes me laugh. And no, indie does not mean Indian, dammit. And Dino, dammit, I miss you. Why aren’t you in a tuxedo. Why aren’t you fighting alongside the Vongola. Where the hell are you.
I shouldn’t be using my journal for this. Damn. Damn. Damn. Thank god I don’t have that many LJ-friends. I swear I’m not like this. I’m really not.
Before I go batshit-crazy, hope you have a good birthday idagger . I’ll try my best to get you a present. And AN is almost here. I’m still not done my cosplay. I feel kind of miserable after seeing all the beautiful cosplays online. I don’t know what I’m doing now…I just sewed my cosplay into my pants. The ones I’m wearing. That really bloody hurts. What. I would like it very much if I could only be taller. I’m tired of all these damn bloody orchids in my house. Someone get them out. I need to water the flowers. Tofu tastes good.
…reading this entry again, I feel that I’ve probably snapped somewhere along the line. As they say, ‘The duck goes quack, quack, quack.’ (I highly doubt anyone knows that quote from a movie…if it helps, I’ll give a hint: it’s in Italian) …in fact, why is anyone still reading this.
Something’s definitely wrong with me.
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