Your personal scum.
I want desperately for something to write about. I want to frollic in the daisies of my Update Journal page more than I'd like to dress up in my prom dress and dye my hair platinum. I'd like to get my points across. Right now.
Unfortunately, I am sufficiently lacking something important. That would be trust. I'd like to get my points across, but the points I seem to make are always skewed, shuffled around, and changed until something like "The twinkie I ate today was moldy" turns into "I hate James Christenson and I am a spiteful bitch."
I want to get my points across. Right now. Unfortunately, I have practically no real points to make. I have too much to say, and not enough of a relation between those things to produce anything coherent or valuable.
Thanks estrogenseeps for somehow inspiring me to write anything, even if it's close to nothing.
Unfortunately, I am sufficiently lacking something important. That would be trust. I'd like to get my points across, but the points I seem to make are always skewed, shuffled around, and changed until something like "The twinkie I ate today was moldy" turns into "I hate James Christenson and I am a spiteful bitch."
I want to get my points across. Right now. Unfortunately, I have practically no real points to make. I have too much to say, and not enough of a relation between those things to produce anything coherent or valuable.
Thanks estrogenseeps for somehow inspiring me to write anything, even if it's close to nothing.