eloquent and self assured
an artist's grasp of insecure
I fashion the most unlikely ideas. I sometimes scare the crap out of myself. I am nocturnal. I am conceited. I'm a mess. Writing is my escape, jotting down kept
emotions is fun (try it haha). I may elaborate way too much on a simple thought, so feel free to stop me whenever you want. My mom lets me
carry a swiss knife whenever I go out. I am a very random person, hello XD I PMS like a betch. I am in love with Katy Perry :3 And no I'm not a
lesbian.
Cheers.
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you killed me well.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006, 11/07/2006 08:07:00 PM
I'm getting sick of this whole routine in my life. I think I even hate my life right now. I want to move out of this stupid house, you know it's so ironic to think that for a big house like that and with all the people in it... I still manage to feel empty. And I don't know why. I know, I'm being selfish now right? But the hell with it! I hate every minute spent in this house, I don't want to be bitter towards life this much, but I really hate it. No, it doesn't mean that I'm not thankful for all of these, it's just that... I'm starting to build this anger inside of me that no one knows. I have my reasons. God knows how much this feeling is killing me. I don't want it to stay, but I'm afraid that it's starting to reign over me. God forbid this anger, I know CLEARLY that I don't have the right to get angry at this point of my life where I'm still in the threshold and clutches of my parents. Don't think that I don't love them, I do.. I really do. I just HATE my life.so much for my so called l i f e.