Ha Fucking Ha Mother Fuckers
This is me being sarcastic. This is me rolling my eyes and laughing. Why? I don't fucking know. I don't even know why I am writing things here as opposed to a journal where other people can hear my thoughts, troubles, problems, and all that fucking jazz. I guess I just didn't feel like posting there tonight. There are times where I don't want anyone in my head. There are times where, even if I don't have anything important to say, I just want to ramble on...about fucking nothing. Nothing at all. I feel as though there is something that I really want to say. I just don't know what it is. You know all those quizzes that I take in my other journal? I have been contemplating why exactly I actually take those fucking things. I would like to blame it on boredom, but that wouldn't be completely true or accurate. Instead, I think that I do it because I am so desperate for something other than my own head, telling me pieces about myself. I want to know everything about me...inside and out...and I am so tired of hearing the shit that my head has to say about me. She isn't always that nice...As I am sure everyone knows when they have a glimpse of her. Then there are times where I sometimes wonder if what she is saying is possibly true and the other pieces of me is so fucking blind, that it's the real reason that I can't see it. Aie. I don't even fucking know what I am really saying. I am just tired. Tired of being here unaware of things. Or too much aware of things. I wish that I could just sleep and wake up in the morning with something more glamorous out there for me. Something, that looks prettier than what I see now upon waking...
Tick Tock Goes The Clock
Time Tends To Run Out
It Is Inevitable
Wasn't that fucking poetic?