Would You Like Some Tart

This sucks!

wouldyoulikesometart — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 13:46:00 +0000

And when I say that I mean. Life. I’t so dull. I can’t understand why it’s so dull. Feels like I don’t have a purpose at all. And that is my own fault. Like I wrote in the first post. I. Must. Do. Something. I’m going insane. But. The thing is. It always seems like my “friends” don’t really care what I (we?) do. I mean. We. NEVER. Do anything. Or. More correctly. They don’t want me around? (And that sounds “emo”!). So. I have. More. Or less. Decided. To not have “friends”. I’ll just have them around. I can’t seem to coexist with other people. It may seem so. But really. I doesn’t work. I think I’ll just stay in my room. Or do whatever I want to do. Myself. I am. Obviously. Better off alone.

I should really. Stop. With the depressing texts here too. GOD. Save the queen!? No. I’m gonna quit now. Before I kill someone with my booringness. Bye bye.

Fighting is bad for your ego.

wouldyoulikesometart — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 14:01:49 +0000

It really is. I mean. In a fight, it doesn’t matter if you’re right or wrong. You usually fight anyway. You don’t want to admit. That. You. Are in the. Wrong. It hurts your ego. Haha. Really. And you feel bad about yourself. That’s when you wish. You didn’t have a. Conscience. Conscience equals. Bad for the. Ego. Bad for your self image.

I was in a fight today. With my sister. My sister. Lives in my room. We fight. All the time. But this time I kicked her out. She goes left. I stay right. ?. I want to say I’m sorry. But I always have a hard time admitting. Admitting equals. VERY. Bad. For ego. Now I sit here. Disappointed. In myself. In everything. I am a bad person. ?. I guess I am. I know my faults. But I’ll never admit them. Seriously. There’s something. Wrong. With. Me.

I should just. Go. Apologize. Right. Now.

Would you like some tart?

wouldyoulikesometart — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:21:35 +0000

I know I’d like some. If life’s a tart, I’ve had a shortage of it. Not that it’s not like that for all the people on the planet. Well at least most of us feels that way. Life’s not fair. But. I get to whine about it publically. Haha.

But the only reason of my shortage is myself. Sadly enough. I can only blame myself. That’s the hardest part. I’ll have to deal with it, or I could just go die right this moment. I make my life what it is. I must acknowledge it. I must pick up the pieces every time it shatters. I should really just start with telling the one I’m in love with how I feel. Since. I am especially bad with feelings. I don’t know how many times the people closest to me wanted to strangle me for that reason. And the rest of the world. I bet they’d want to too.

Yeah, I suck.