Parents are insanely unneccessary. If humans were more intouch with our mother-nature side, we'd be abandoned at birth, like turtles and frogs. Doesn't sound that bad.
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Mother, I'm sorry that I didn't get you a birthday present. I'm sorry that I got one for my friend, not for you—even though your birthday is two days before hers. I'm sorry that whenever I buy you a gift, or write you a card, you stuff them in your closet, or down in the basement, never to use or see them again. I'm sorry that your life seems so terrible. I'm sorry that you make bad decisions. I'm sorry that your daughter is clearly smarter than you, that your son is probably retarded, your husband is basically useless, and your close family is halfway around the world. I truly feel sorry. Sorry for you.
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Surprise party for Jeleel today was refreshing. It's about time I met new people, and caught up with old ones. I should've stayed longer, but instead, I came home to this. Note to self: give her her present, and her socks back.
The most devistating thing happened to me: I had a dream that I was dating Edward Cullen. It was absolutely amazing, yet awkward, seeing as I just had a dream about a fictional character made up by somebody named Stephanie Meyer. He was so perfect, it was upsetting. Being in his lap. Swimming while he carried me. Being able to jump on his back without him running out of strength. If only relationships like that existed in reality. I like to think that reality is much more interesting than fiction; this is one circumstance where I'd have to say that fantasy is the only thing that can truly satisfy us.
1: hm, I've been in a situation like this before. I'd prefer you held onto your girlfriend. 2: I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have told you what she said... because I lied when I said I didn't like you. 3: mm, I don't even know about you. I didn't think it'd happen, but it did. Can't forget your eyes either.
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Photoshoot by a ravine today: Dead bodies being dumped over a bridge, losing a hat while doing a freeze pose, about 15 pieces of gum being consumed in a few seconds, a male rocking a purse, lighting things on fire, 'waiting for a bus' in the middle of nowhere, partially nude pictures, calling out to random guys whom you've never met, crossing a black cat's path, & you see that sign over there? yeah, that's not it.
That's just to say the least. Was it worth being grounded over? I suppose.
I do too many favours. I have to learn how to say no.
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My style is not your style. My interests are not your interests. My talents are not your talents. If I am good at something, it doesn't mean that you can even compare. Stop taking everything from me. You'll never be me. You can be anyone in the world, and you didn't choose yourself. Please tell me you see something wrong with that as well. I'm flattered, really; but honestly, get your own life.
I hate liars. I hate you. I was conscious of your little lies, but I hadn't realized it was compulsive. Honestly, don't talk to me. LMFAO. Don't even consider 'getting at me'. It's guys like you that help me remember why I hate people so much.
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It wouldn't be too difficult to realize that the reason that I'm not in a relationship, and that I'm single, is because there's nobody worth my time and effort. Atleast not yet.