This is IT. I refuse to put up with 'A' anymore. What the fucking hell.
She heard about the geography test, was shock at the contents of 'to be tested', and started crying, banging her head against the wall, asking me to kill her.
DRAMA, DRAMA. After about forty minutes of comforting her, I finally got sick of her. She'd sit up, stare at stuff, bang her head, then lie down on the table and start it all over again. Also she kept saying that she had 'lots to do'.
The fuck she has. We all do, we're in the same FUCKING CLASS.
You know, her CCA, ELDDS, is as good as nothing because they were so nice as to give their members a break since it's the exams and all, and she doesn't have third language like me... and she DARES to complain and CRY.
Then afterwards I saw her and she was all sunshine and smiles. She said she was going out with friends on Friday - WHICH WAS A CCA DAY (!!!) but since she didn't have CCA and was NOT AT ALL worried about the exams *SARCASM*.
*Exasperated eye roll*
Must. Suppress. Violent. Tendencies.
29 April 2010
25 April 2010
Plain Bitchiness
Why can't my mom just die? No, this is a serious question.
This morning she wasn't feeling well but went to church anyways. Then she was bitchy and moaned a lot. When it was time to go home, she asked me to call my dad, cuz the car keys were on him. I called, he hung up. Then I called him a name - jokingly. Obviously.
But then, being a total bitch, my mother started lecturing me about RESPECT. Like, shit. I don't need to be lectured about respect, I don't fucking give a damn. Respect is overrated.
It went something like, me saying, so you're sick now, that gives you the right to do everything, does it?
Her daring me to, say it again?
And me saying it again.
Thus the bitch slapped me and hit me. Mood swings. Damned annoying mood swings. I mean, it's not like it hurt. Even if it really hurt, I wouldn't show it, and I'd simply forget it ever hurt. Because, come on, who (except certain people) wants to remember hurting?
Anyway, since people were standing around watching, I gave them a show! Ok, fine. I didn't. But I said words that made her seem like a complete and utter bully. ^^ Evil me. But of course I wasn't thinking that then. I was hopping mad, man.
At that point my dad came down, we got into the car, and drove home in silence and tension.
I was in a pissy mood and in danger of 'exploding' from the stuff I kept silent about (like, not showing my pissed-off-ness and smiling instead) and stored in my mind from the last time I 'exploded'. Trust me, it's not pretty when I do that.
My explosion involves tears and screaming and neighbours complaining and my parents hitting me. Ah well.
I might not be the most emotionally stable person around, but at least I don't show my emotions and that kind of keeps me in check somehow. Gotta love me. Yeah. I luve me.
Anyway. So I went home and took off my specs and lay down on the top bunk of my double-decker bed with my (ah!) blanky. Soothing.
But then I heard someone TALKING about me outside my room and my mood instantly soured.
But then again, I heard someone crying outside my room a bit later, and that gave me a light, floaty feeling and suddenly the sun was shining and the birds were singing, and it's a wonderful, wonderful afternoon.
Call me a sadist. I'm not nice to people I don't like.
Oh! but of course, my mother then had to storm into my room and demand that I come down. When I asked why, which was a totally reasonable question, she told me to just come down! Which, I obviously ignored. She started throwing heavy books at me from my desk below, and can you believe it?
/EDIT/: I was on the upper portion of a bunk bed.
My first thought was, damn, I hope she doesn't throw my homework. Thank god, she didn't. But it hurt. Slightly. Not that I cared much.
................................just, fuck.
It is b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l when someone trusts you completely, then you lie to them...
And the fucking fall for it.
An omake of sorts:
While lounging about in my bed (before she threw books) I heard her saying to my dad, It's precisely because we didn't scold her enough that she turned out this way!
Hasn't she ever thought that... maybe it PRECISELY because she scolded me too much, that's why I rebelled?
Then I replied myself instantly: NO DUH!!! Her mind doesn't even go that way, what the hell!
The 'what the hell' was because of my surprise at anyone being that stupid.
This morning she wasn't feeling well but went to church anyways. Then she was bitchy and moaned a lot. When it was time to go home, she asked me to call my dad, cuz the car keys were on him. I called, he hung up. Then I called him a name - jokingly. Obviously.
But then, being a total bitch, my mother started lecturing me about RESPECT. Like, shit. I don't need to be lectured about respect, I don't fucking give a damn. Respect is overrated.
It went something like, me saying, so you're sick now, that gives you the right to do everything, does it?
Her daring me to, say it again?
And me saying it again.
Thus the bitch slapped me and hit me. Mood swings. Damned annoying mood swings. I mean, it's not like it hurt. Even if it really hurt, I wouldn't show it, and I'd simply forget it ever hurt. Because, come on, who (except certain people) wants to remember hurting?
Anyway, since people were standing around watching, I gave them a show! Ok, fine. I didn't. But I said words that made her seem like a complete and utter bully. ^^ Evil me. But of course I wasn't thinking that then. I was hopping mad, man.
At that point my dad came down, we got into the car, and drove home in silence and tension.
I was in a pissy mood and in danger of 'exploding' from the stuff I kept silent about (like, not showing my pissed-off-ness and smiling instead) and stored in my mind from the last time I 'exploded'. Trust me, it's not pretty when I do that.
My explosion involves tears and screaming and neighbours complaining and my parents hitting me. Ah well.
I might not be the most emotionally stable person around, but at least I don't show my emotions and that kind of keeps me in check somehow. Gotta love me. Yeah. I luve me.
Anyway. So I went home and took off my specs and lay down on the top bunk of my double-decker bed with my (ah!) blanky. Soothing.
But then I heard someone TALKING about me outside my room and my mood instantly soured.
But then again, I heard someone crying outside my room a bit later, and that gave me a light, floaty feeling and suddenly the sun was shining and the birds were singing, and it's a wonderful, wonderful afternoon.
Call me a sadist. I'm not nice to people I don't like.
Oh! but of course, my mother then had to storm into my room and demand that I come down. When I asked why, which was a totally reasonable question, she told me to just come down! Which, I obviously ignored. She started throwing heavy books at me from my desk below, and can you believe it?
/EDIT/: I was on the upper portion of a bunk bed.
My first thought was, damn, I hope she doesn't throw my homework. Thank god, she didn't. But it hurt. Slightly. Not that I cared much.
................................just, fuck.
It is b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l when someone trusts you completely, then you lie to them...
And the fucking fall for it.
An omake of sorts:
While lounging about in my bed (before she threw books) I heard her saying to my dad, It's precisely because we didn't scold her enough that she turned out this way!
Hasn't she ever thought that... maybe it PRECISELY because she scolded me too much, that's why I rebelled?
Then I replied myself instantly: NO DUH!!! Her mind doesn't even go that way, what the hell!
The 'what the hell' was because of my surprise at anyone being that stupid.
24 April 2010
Bitches and Horrible-ness
Ya, so let me tell you the great news. I wasn't online for, like, forever, cuz I fell down and injured myself seriously again.You might remember how I totally screwed my finger up. Well, this time I fell and scraped my knee so bad that I can see the flesh.
Um. Yeah.
Then I went to the dentist, found out I had five cavities.
Well. I like sweets. I like chocolate. Don't you?
Anyway, I had a bad experience with a dentist before, back when I was like seven or so. She drilled my teeth until there was fucking blood, and put a horrible-tasting 'medicine' in my mouth. I SUFFERED for the rest of the day. I mean it.
This time, the dentist was really nice, but she used a similar medicine as the previous one, and that so sucked. It was BAD. I had no appetite for the rest of the day, felt like spitting out every single drop of my saliva because it was 'tainted' with the taste, and my tooth FUCKING HURT.
On to the next annoying topic.
My CID teacher. WHAT THE HELL, SCREW HIM! I did a wonderful job, in fact, the only props that remotely resembled what they were supposed to be were made by me! (A very darn GREAT shield and crown) The other two members, boys ( shoulda known) made spikes that were squashed, and really like crumpled pieces of paper, which they were, and the other made crowns that looked like pieces of paper cut out then drawn on with a marker, which they so were too.
After I edited the crown and told them how to make spikes, it was so much better. But still sucky.
Then when it was time for our presentation, (forty-slide powerpoint courtesy of yours truly) I found out that they did NOT look at the fucking powerpoint which I SENT THEM DAYS AGO. I had time to do the powerpoint and I have an added third language and chinese remedial.
WTF.
Basically it was a flop. But it was still cool n' all, then they teacher said some crap, which in the end was translated by me to be 'don't put the script in the powerpoint' and took ten minutes TO FUCKING GET IT OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
Then there was shit on how unprepared we were. Shitty shit about 'if this was graded I'd give you all ZERO'
YES, HE SAID IT.
I'LL GIVE YOU ALL A NICE BIG FUCKING ZERO.
IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING CLASS.
You can tell how LIVID I was.
This man is obviously bitter about being assigned to teach CID, because he continuously talks about how it is still important (despite not being counted in the grades, despite it being an 'our school only' thing, despite, despite). And factoring in how cranky he is, he must be bitter.
That he wasn't good enough to be assigned to another MORE IMPORTANT subject, HAHAHA, IN YOUR SHITTY FACE, SUCKER.
Go. To. Hell. We don't need your crappy advice here. Just go and die.
And no, it's not just me. (Hey, look, not just me again. I am totally justified, lol)
And I have ranted and vented and now I feel like eating an ice-cream.
Um. Yeah.
Then I went to the dentist, found out I had five cavities.
Well. I like sweets. I like chocolate. Don't you?
Anyway, I had a bad experience with a dentist before, back when I was like seven or so. She drilled my teeth until there was fucking blood, and put a horrible-tasting 'medicine' in my mouth. I SUFFERED for the rest of the day. I mean it.
This time, the dentist was really nice, but she used a similar medicine as the previous one, and that so sucked. It was BAD. I had no appetite for the rest of the day, felt like spitting out every single drop of my saliva because it was 'tainted' with the taste, and my tooth FUCKING HURT.
On to the next annoying topic.
My CID teacher. WHAT THE HELL, SCREW HIM! I did a wonderful job, in fact, the only props that remotely resembled what they were supposed to be were made by me! (A very darn GREAT shield and crown) The other two members, boys ( shoulda known) made spikes that were squashed, and really like crumpled pieces of paper, which they were, and the other made crowns that looked like pieces of paper cut out then drawn on with a marker, which they so were too.
After I edited the crown and told them how to make spikes, it was so much better. But still sucky.
Then when it was time for our presentation, (forty-slide powerpoint courtesy of yours truly) I found out that they did NOT look at the fucking powerpoint which I SENT THEM DAYS AGO. I had time to do the powerpoint and I have an added third language and chinese remedial.
WTF.
Basically it was a flop. But it was still cool n' all, then they teacher said some crap, which in the end was translated by me to be 'don't put the script in the powerpoint' and took ten minutes TO FUCKING GET IT OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
Then there was shit on how unprepared we were. Shitty shit about 'if this was graded I'd give you all ZERO'
YES, HE SAID IT.
I'LL GIVE YOU ALL A NICE BIG FUCKING ZERO.
IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING CLASS.
You can tell how LIVID I was.
This man is obviously bitter about being assigned to teach CID, because he continuously talks about how it is still important (despite not being counted in the grades, despite it being an 'our school only' thing, despite, despite). And factoring in how cranky he is, he must be bitter.
That he wasn't good enough to be assigned to another MORE IMPORTANT subject, HAHAHA, IN YOUR SHITTY FACE, SUCKER.
Go. To. Hell. We don't need your crappy advice here. Just go and die.
And no, it's not just me. (Hey, look, not just me again. I am totally justified, lol)
And I have ranted and vented and now I feel like eating an ice-cream.
17 April 2010
ILVoices
I feel the urge to hurt somebody. My parents are deaf. Not as in chopped-off-ears... but it might as well be.
I tell them four times (and I did count) and the fifth time: hm? What[...]
On a completely unrelated note, I love Sagakure. I love Cradle of Blood. :D
Wow, suddenly Vampire Knight has become so DAMN HOT.
Looking back at what I've written, I realise that I never fail to cheer myself up. YOU GO HELEN.
Yeah. I rock. ILME. ...lol...
Okay, now to be serious, because here comes a confession (not that people will read this, which is why I feel okay venting here - just in case someone reads it ... the person most probably doesn't know me)
I talk.
With those voices.
In my head.
ILY VOICES! You are my therapist(s) - how many of you are there?
I tell them four times (and I did count) and the fifth time: hm? What[...]
On a completely unrelated note, I love Sagakure. I love Cradle of Blood. :D
Wow, suddenly Vampire Knight has become so DAMN HOT.
Looking back at what I've written, I realise that I never fail to cheer myself up. YOU GO HELEN.
Yeah. I rock. ILME. ...lol...
Okay, now to be serious, because here comes a confession (not that people will read this, which is why I feel okay venting here - just in case someone reads it ... the person most probably doesn't know me)
I talk.
With those voices.
In my head.
ILY VOICES! You are my therapist(s) - how many of you are there?
7 April 2010
Term Test (Exams)
Due to crappy exams which really matter a lot, I shall be taking a very short break to study for all the stupid stuff I never paid attention to until now.
Yeah. So bye.
But before that ... I'll continue my livejournal becuz it's kind of a side thingy...
/EDIT/: My lj is so dead it isn't even funny any more.
Yeah and I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's not like people are reading this, which is kind of a part of the main reason (that was long) why I'm so willing to so called 'spill my secrets'... lol...
... And once again I'm bored. UVERworld's new album Last comes out on 14 April... ^^ :D
And Artemis Fowl and the Atlantis Complex comes out July 13 YAY I LOVE THIS YEAR!!!
Yeah. So bye.
But before that ... I'll continue my livejournal becuz it's kind of a side thingy...
/EDIT/: My lj is so dead it isn't even funny any more.
Yeah and I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's not like people are reading this, which is kind of a part of the main reason (that was long) why I'm so willing to so called 'spill my secrets'... lol...
... And once again I'm bored. UVERworld's new album Last comes out on 14 April... ^^ :D
And Artemis Fowl and the Atlantis Complex comes out July 13 YAY I LOVE THIS YEAR!!!
2 April 2010
How to Screw Insomnia
You know, I am a bad kid. I don't do homework and I do lots of lying. Anyway, I swear I didn't use to be this self-centred.
Yeah, so now I've forgotten what I wanted to gripe about, but I'm positive it's something to do with parents, school, teachers, lack of sleep, or lack of yaoi.
Probably lack of sleep. I have this horrible thing... where I can't fall asleep, and lie there for hours until - poof. I'm sleeping. Then I'll wake up in the middle of the night for absolutely no reason. And then I'll wake up an hour before the alarm, if I've managed to fall asleep again after waking up in the middle of the night.
SCREW YOU INSOMNIA. I need to fucking sleep. Why won't you let me sleep? I know my bloody subconscious is worried about all kinds of crap but I DON'T CARE. Let me sleep, godammit. If this is a fucking sleep disorder... *twitch twitch*
Lack of sleep has made me bitchy. Extremely irritable. All that to the point that I'm pissed off every second of the day. And want to do violent things.
Parents have a disorder that forces them to obsessively tell their children what to do, when to do, every five minutes.
A note from my phone: it's clocked at 21.52
"Am writing a smut scene. Laven."
LOLZ PEOPLE. Lol, just lol. I AMUSE MYSELF.
Oh, and btw, you screw insomnia by writing yaoi.
/EDIT/: 11 June 201: Guess I used to be incoherent back then as well.
Yeah, so now I've forgotten what I wanted to gripe about, but I'm positive it's something to do with parents, school, teachers, lack of sleep, or lack of yaoi.
Probably lack of sleep. I have this horrible thing... where I can't fall asleep, and lie there for hours until - poof. I'm sleeping. Then I'll wake up in the middle of the night for absolutely no reason. And then I'll wake up an hour before the alarm, if I've managed to fall asleep again after waking up in the middle of the night.
SCREW YOU INSOMNIA. I need to fucking sleep. Why won't you let me sleep? I know my bloody subconscious is worried about all kinds of crap but I DON'T CARE. Let me sleep, godammit. If this is a fucking sleep disorder... *twitch twitch*
Lack of sleep has made me bitchy. Extremely irritable. All that to the point that I'm pissed off every second of the day. And want to do violent things.
Parents have a disorder that forces them to obsessively tell their children what to do, when to do, every five minutes.
A note from my phone: it's clocked at 21.52
"Am writing a smut scene. Laven."
LOLZ PEOPLE. Lol, just lol. I AMUSE MYSELF.
Oh, and btw, you screw insomnia by writing yaoi.
/EDIT/: 11 June 201: Guess I used to be incoherent back then as well.
1 April 2010
Foolzed
APRIL FOOLZ, PPL:) HOW COULD I FORGET THE GLORIOUS DAY...
Recollection:
P5 we switched classes. Teacher went ???WHO ARE YOU ALL???
P6 we didn't do anything. Grinned at teacher. Teacher went ...are you sure you didn't do anything?
Sec 1... totally anti-climatic. But our teacher (English, Mr Lim) said, "Okay, class, don't waste too much time. Separate your tables and get ready for your test." After collectively gasping in shock, they went... april foolz... because we are just that paranoid about tests (that are graded).
APRIL FOOLZ YOU ALL!
/EDIT/: 11 June 2012: BLESS GOD THIS IS AN ACCEPTABLE POST FROM MY YOUNGER SELF.
/EDIT/: 11 June 2012: BLESS GOD THIS IS AN ACCEPTABLE POST FROM MY YOUNGER SELF.
Burned-outed
I have figured out that I don't need a psychologist. What's a psychologist for? To make you feel better and not have mental problems.
Well, I already have mental problems, so let's not bother about that. I highly doubt that anyone could do anything about my problems, either way, I think I just think too much about everything.
I really don't like school. Weird...not. I used to love school. Okay, so maybe not love, but I liked it. Then I went to secondary school and nobody cheated anymore. WHA-? How could primary school be more corrupt than secondary school? Or maybe the bad kids just went to bad schools, and since the school I'm in now is quite respectable... yeah.
Detests my chinese teacher. She loves giving out huge amounts of homework, unreasonable demands (like remembering every-fucking-thing she's ever said, which is unreasonable to the MAX ... for people who actually listen, but for people like me, who sleeps in her class - and I suspect there are quite a few 'like me' - it's plain impossible.
And then I got caught cheating during chinese spelling... yeah, baaad. I am amazed. I got caught. Someone blabbed on me. And the chinese teacher of course had to drag the entire affair to the discipline mistress. Thank god I didn't get demerits.
Anyway. The guy beside me told, and she COMMENDED HIM. SCREW HER. SHE SAID IT WAS COMMENDABLE. COMMENDABLE MY ASS. MY FUCKING ASS.
This is the part that has me quietly wondering if I'd be in trouble if I just slapped her or - well, did some violent things to her. I was there rolling my eyes, thinking horrible thoughts about the TATTLE-TAIL and the BITCHY WOMAN and she was talking some shit.
Yeeeaaah... even my mom said that was 太过分.
My mom doesn't like her. I now like my mother better. LOLZ.
My classmates are shallow.
E.g. 1: fangirling over 'hawt' guys
E.g. 2: Being loud and generally uncouth
E.g. 3: No tact. (And I mean it)
E.g. 4: Flirts shamelessly
E.g. 5: ... Too many. Long story short, they piss me off. I do not like them. At all.
Damn I hate school. Those people from my primary school - especially especially my P6 class, OH EM GEE I HEART THEM. Those people whose attitudes to cheating goes along the line of 'oh, copying? I'll copy from you then' and get in trouble with the discipline heads every other day and has loud boisterous parties and RAWKS SO DAMN MUCH...
*cry*
Randomly: I love German! *Squee* The words just soak into my head and for a moment I can pretend I have a photographic memory - come on. Who doesn't want it? It'd make life so much easier, and those memories you don't want to remember - well, it's way better to remember things you don't want to remember than not remember things you DIE DIE MUST REMEMBER.
Okay. End the randomness.
People poke into my space... screeew them... I need my space, godammit... Space... Fuck off and leave me alone... get the damn message... nevermind, you're all too dumb.
Exercising gives you happy endorphins. My verdict: utter crap.
/EDIT/: 11 June 2012: This is a funny sentence because I later found out that over-exercising is bad sometimes.
Does not work on me. I can run till I feel like crying because I can't fucking breathe and I'd be totally depressed. Please note that I was happy before the P.E. lesson and I have absolutely no grudge with the teacher.
I have no idea what I want from life. Besides money. I feel damned messed up.
Let me now quote 'burnout' from helpguide.org
Well, I already have mental problems, so let's not bother about that. I highly doubt that anyone could do anything about my problems, either way, I think I just think too much about everything.
I really don't like school. Weird...not. I used to love school. Okay, so maybe not love, but I liked it. Then I went to secondary school and nobody cheated anymore. WHA-? How could primary school be more corrupt than secondary school? Or maybe the bad kids just went to bad schools, and since the school I'm in now is quite respectable... yeah.
Detests my chinese teacher. She loves giving out huge amounts of homework, unreasonable demands (like remembering every-fucking-thing she's ever said, which is unreasonable to the MAX ... for people who actually listen, but for people like me, who sleeps in her class - and I suspect there are quite a few 'like me' - it's plain impossible.
And then I got caught cheating during chinese spelling... yeah, baaad. I am amazed. I got caught. Someone blabbed on me. And the chinese teacher of course had to drag the entire affair to the discipline mistress. Thank god I didn't get demerits.
Anyway. The guy beside me told, and she COMMENDED HIM. SCREW HER. SHE SAID IT WAS COMMENDABLE. COMMENDABLE MY ASS. MY FUCKING ASS.
This is the part that has me quietly wondering if I'd be in trouble if I just slapped her or - well, did some violent things to her. I was there rolling my eyes, thinking horrible thoughts about the TATTLE-TAIL and the BITCHY WOMAN and she was talking some shit.
Yeeeaaah... even my mom said that was 太过分.
My mom doesn't like her. I now like my mother better. LOLZ.
My classmates are shallow.
E.g. 1: fangirling over 'hawt' guys
E.g. 2: Being loud and generally uncouth
E.g. 3: No tact. (And I mean it)
E.g. 4: Flirts shamelessly
E.g. 5: ... Too many. Long story short, they piss me off. I do not like them. At all.
Damn I hate school. Those people from my primary school - especially especially my P6 class, OH EM GEE I HEART THEM. Those people whose attitudes to cheating goes along the line of 'oh, copying? I'll copy from you then' and get in trouble with the discipline heads every other day and has loud boisterous parties and RAWKS SO DAMN MUCH...
*cry*
Randomly: I love German! *Squee* The words just soak into my head and for a moment I can pretend I have a photographic memory - come on. Who doesn't want it? It'd make life so much easier, and those memories you don't want to remember - well, it's way better to remember things you don't want to remember than not remember things you DIE DIE MUST REMEMBER.
Okay. End the randomness.
People poke into my space... screeew them... I need my space, godammit... Space... Fuck off and leave me alone... get the damn message... nevermind, you're all too dumb.
Exercising gives you happy endorphins. My verdict: utter crap.
/EDIT/: 11 June 2012: This is a funny sentence because I later found out that over-exercising is bad sometimes.
Does not work on me. I can run till I feel like crying because I can't fucking breathe and I'd be totally depressed. Please note that I was happy before the P.E. lesson and I have absolutely no grudge with the teacher.
I have no idea what I want from life. Besides money. I feel damned messed up.
Let me now quote 'burnout' from helpguide.org
You may be on the road to burnout if:
- Every day is a bad day.
- Caring about your work or home life seems like a total waste of energy.
- You’re exhausted all the time.
- The majority of your day is spent on tasks you find either mind-numbingly dull or overwhelming.
- You feel like nothing you do makes a difference or is appreciated.
Check, check, check, check, and check.
I do not want to get out of bed. I want to spend as much time as humanly possible in it.
Of course I'm always tired. Who isn't?
Life is nothing but school, homework, and idiots. Agrees.
Me? Appreciated? Wow, you must be kidding.
/EDIT/: 11 June 2012: Because my mother constantly puts down her children. I mean constantly.
/EDIT/: 11 June 2012: Because my mother constantly puts down her children. I mean constantly.
Anyways, I just put a new Code Geass fic on ff.net and I check my email everyday for favs and alerts. My fabulous ether ego boost. I feel better after it anyway. So that's one way. Go and do something on the internet, where nobody knows you and people are a lot more willing to be nice.
Or you can just sleep. Works wonders. I mean it. Sleep ten hours as compared to six hours and - WOAH I'M HYPER NOW.
I'm tired now. I want to watch my Prince of Tennis - Death Note anime is down for the 'mo.
... Just wanna say that some people are sincere to the point of stupidity. I don't like people like that because to me they don't make much sense. I mean, I know what they, well, mean, or want to do, but - WHY? Why would they wanna be so heartbreakingly sincere???
I am so fake, it amazes me.
Has a Laven fic in drafts. M :) I love myself... life sucks, as usual. ^^
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