a superb novel
i hate when things are secret between you and yourself, then someone figures it out and blows everything. i don't like people to know my private life unless i want them to. i'm a rather secretive person. i'm cynical, pessimistic, and horribly sarcastic. thats just me. i can be nice as hell to the people i like, but if i don't liks you i just ignore you. i just love all my friends, but i get agitated so easily. it's like i want to hang out with a bunch of people, but at the same time i'd rather be alone and miserable. i also hate being with someone for so long, then not having anyone in the world to run to. but then agian i kinda like it in a sick, twisted way. i want someone but then again i don't want to put forth the effort to maintain a boyfriend. i'm just so spent. i feel like no one in this entire universe could ever put up with me or me with them, it's like a phone. You dial the number and you know the number by heart, but it's been disconnected...you so desperately want to speak to them but you can't get a hold of them. thats how i feel. i feel like right now, in this time by myself, maybe this 10 minutes, i could write an entire book about how i feel about anything and anyone, but i know i can't. so maybe i shouldn't get my hopes up anymore. lessons to learn; never tell anyone how you feel, it will only backfire., don't ever let anyone get to you, be it good or bad.