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I'm really pissed.
While yes I have officially finished exams, I'm annoyed more at the fact this boy that I liked almost a year ago seems convinced that I still like him. Stupid bastard.
To make it worse, he's dating my friend, and I tell you I am so fricken offended that anyone thinks that I have such a lack of control over my desire. I'll have you know I have fabulous control over my desire, and I would never let myself like someone who was involved with someone else.
The idea is severely distasteful.
So the friend of the guy that thinks I like him says that I should stop drawing these adorable chibi little pictures that I do because I did like ONE slide of them. ONE! And now apparently I'm a stalker. That's so ANNOYING! GRR!
Also it seems as if everyone is convinced that I'm not really as strange as I make out to be, and I'm actually a perfectly normal teenager. Which is bull. I'm so through with people saying that I'm perfectly normal! What the heck even is NORMAL? This is such shit.
It's heartbreakingly awful how many people don't actually know me, and I swear everyday I feel as if I'm trusting people less and less. And I can just tell I'm turning into one of those WOE IS ME! Angsting teenager types.
Oh how hypocritical I have become, the type of people I loathe the most, angsting teenagers. But so help me, here I am. I think I'll just take that morphine now, then right?
Argh! Now I'm all angry, and upset and PMSing, and I think I'm going to have to kill something.
Just some bad things happened a while back, and it's safe to say I'm never really going to get over them and fuck if they haven't screwed me up to the extreme.
I'm going to drown my misery in fanfiction and pretty pictures.
While yes I have officially finished exams, I'm annoyed more at the fact this boy that I liked almost a year ago seems convinced that I still like him. Stupid bastard.
To make it worse, he's dating my friend, and I tell you I am so fricken offended that anyone thinks that I have such a lack of control over my desire. I'll have you know I have fabulous control over my desire, and I would never let myself like someone who was involved with someone else.
The idea is severely distasteful.
So the friend of the guy that thinks I like him says that I should stop drawing these adorable chibi little pictures that I do because I did like ONE slide of them. ONE! And now apparently I'm a stalker. That's so ANNOYING! GRR!
Also it seems as if everyone is convinced that I'm not really as strange as I make out to be, and I'm actually a perfectly normal teenager. Which is bull. I'm so through with people saying that I'm perfectly normal! What the heck even is NORMAL? This is such shit.
It's heartbreakingly awful how many people don't actually know me, and I swear everyday I feel as if I'm trusting people less and less. And I can just tell I'm turning into one of those WOE IS ME! Angsting teenager types.
Oh how hypocritical I have become, the type of people I loathe the most, angsting teenagers. But so help me, here I am. I think I'll just take that morphine now, then right?
Argh! Now I'm all angry, and upset and PMSing, and I think I'm going to have to kill something.
Just some bad things happened a while back, and it's safe to say I'm never really going to get over them and fuck if they haven't screwed me up to the extreme.
I'm going to drown my misery in fanfiction and pretty pictures.