So this is what I've decided ...
I've decided that I need to straighten out a few little bumps in my life right now. Seriously. Number one, I don't need superficial people in my life. If you want to be my friend or anything more at that drop your act and be who you are. You all have too much of an insane desire to mesh well with others but unfortunately that takes a toll on you when you begin to seriously lose yourself amongst the confusion you've created to "fit in" with the rest of the living world. Also, I've stumbled across a quote that I think is the best quote of all time stated so eloquently by Elizabeth Wurtzel
"I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out."
Great quote I tell you. But not for me, right? It's for the rest of this world. Anyway, My roommate is getting on my nerves and I really wish he'd like get alcohol poisoning or overdose or something that way if and when he does recover from it his parents with make him leave school and leave me with a nicely sized room with a nicely sized bed. Last night, I was probably asked 40 questions in a period of an hour and a half by roommate, in which, most consisted of things only a toddler would be forced to ask about the world around him; questions consisting of "Why?" or "Do you think I can write half a page by tuesday?" or even things such as "Is yogurt good for you? Cus' then I should eat more right? What about fruit?" Living with this guy, I am beginning to feel trapped in a world of complete insipidity and inanity. There is no making sense of him and he is becoming bothersome to the point where I simply cannot stand to be home. I am going crazy ... I don't want him you take him. No one wants him. AND if he happens to read this: YES YES YES EVERYONE MAKES FUN OF YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE WIERD! GET OVER IT! YOU AREN'T and NEVER WILL BE NORMAL!
That's my life ...
Excuse me while I go to the bathroom.
"I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out."
Great quote I tell you. But not for me, right? It's for the rest of this world. Anyway, My roommate is getting on my nerves and I really wish he'd like get alcohol poisoning or overdose or something that way if and when he does recover from it his parents with make him leave school and leave me with a nicely sized room with a nicely sized bed. Last night, I was probably asked 40 questions in a period of an hour and a half by roommate, in which, most consisted of things only a toddler would be forced to ask about the world around him; questions consisting of "Why?" or "Do you think I can write half a page by tuesday?" or even things such as "Is yogurt good for you? Cus' then I should eat more right? What about fruit?" Living with this guy, I am beginning to feel trapped in a world of complete insipidity and inanity. There is no making sense of him and he is becoming bothersome to the point where I simply cannot stand to be home. I am going crazy ... I don't want him you take him. No one wants him. AND if he happens to read this: YES YES YES EVERYONE MAKES FUN OF YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE WIERD! GET OVER IT! YOU AREN'T and NEVER WILL BE NORMAL!
That's my life ...
Excuse me while I go to the bathroom.