there's a party in my heart and no one is invited
OKAY.
A. small[ish] towns are terrible. i feel so fucking suffocated all the time. if the size of the area doesnt kill you first, the people sure as hell will. it's all these small minded conservative people with sticks up their asses. i've got people who i dont associate with, talking like they know. like they have any room to. like they matter. i dotn even have patience for that.
B. "(object) is sex."
Objects cannot be sex. Hipbones are not sex. Conor Oberst is not sex. YOU are not sex. Sex is penis in vagina. You are not penis in vagina. If objects can be sex, then I am toilet. If people can be sex, then I can be Paris Hilton.
C. Oh, the saying of the right things, peculiarly, is what frightens me the most. Because who knows how many times I can handle this repair-fuckup-repair-fuckup-lather-rinse-repeat cycle?
D. I hate when people "half-sing". It drives me insane. (Unless they're adorable.)
E. School will be the death of me. By the end of this semester I should be obese and cracked out from not sleeping, as well as fully nocturnal. And also probably insane. Killer.
F. Which is why i thought it best to stay home today. Sleep in. Rejuvenate. and I'd rather be pregnant, or have pneumonia, or even break my leg just so I wouldn't have to go to school. Seriously. I hate highschool.
G. You know what else I hate? PDA. I hate it. With a passion. I hate seeing people make out, I hate hearing it. I know it's a silly thing to hate, and I couldn't tell you why it bothers me, it just does.
H. Tris, i dont deserve you.
I. I'm listening to Bach. Don't tell anyone.
J.
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