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Sigh. Life. Oh god. im so bored with it already. The truth is I really just wanna like move to australia and take a different name. What would my name be? I'd call myself something like Derek or Michael simply to confuse people. I'd dye my hair and pierce my nose and learn to surf (which I wanna do anyway) and just do everything to be someone completely different. Dont get me wrong, I have nothing against who I am, it frankly is just fucking boring now. Or maybe I dont need to change my appearance and do all of this shit, even though that would be sweet as hell simply for fun. I really just want a boyfriend. It really sucks. Everyone I ever want or anyone who ever wants me has a girlfriend. I currently really like this one guy. GIRLFRIEND. Will I ever have a boyfriend? Im sorry, viewers I know you dont give 2 shits. Then again, if you didnt why would you be reading my livejournal?
I just started thinking about a person that I really really liked last year. Like, REALLY liked. I havent liked anyone like that since then. I actually, until now, havent truly taken a major interest in anyone like that. He was, in the depths of my retarded little mind, simply amazing. I wont use names, but im sure some people know whom it is that Im talking about. It's actually at the point where I just don't give a shit how stupid and/or desperate I seem. I miss talking to him. I miss the days when I thought there was a chance to get to really know him. All I ever wanted to do was to get into his mind, know what he was all about. Then I realized that everyone was right. He was all aout himself and despite his whole "I'm so open-minded" thing he labeled himself, Ego was his middle fucking name. All he saw, I'm guessing, was a love-struck little freshman who wasnt worth his time. Fuck him and everyone else for that matter.
I bet you think I am either crying right now or just really upset. I'm not. Not at all. I am actually in a rather happy mood. I'm going to go read. PS- The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Read it. It is the most incredible piece of literature I have ever encountered.
I just started thinking about a person that I really really liked last year. Like, REALLY liked. I havent liked anyone like that since then. I actually, until now, havent truly taken a major interest in anyone like that. He was, in the depths of my retarded little mind, simply amazing. I wont use names, but im sure some people know whom it is that Im talking about. It's actually at the point where I just don't give a shit how stupid and/or desperate I seem. I miss talking to him. I miss the days when I thought there was a chance to get to really know him. All I ever wanted to do was to get into his mind, know what he was all about. Then I realized that everyone was right. He was all aout himself and despite his whole "I'm so open-minded" thing he labeled himself, Ego was his middle fucking name. All he saw, I'm guessing, was a love-struck little freshman who wasnt worth his time. Fuck him and everyone else for that matter.
I bet you think I am either crying right now or just really upset. I'm not. Not at all. I am actually in a rather happy mood. I'm going to go read. PS- The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Read it. It is the most incredible piece of literature I have ever encountered.