Remember when you were my boat, and i was your sea, together we'd float, so delicately..

Hmm. Overall, my opinion of myself is that i am an emotional wreck.
But we can't be happy all the time, you know.
I also now realise how much i've taken things for granted.
For example.
The internet has been gone for almost two weeks.

It returns. And its not all that amazing as i made it out to be.
People are very different. I think i prefer texting to be quite honest.

I also think i should stop talking to myself.

But if it gives some loser something to read, that's good right?


Hi loser, by the way.

I reckon you are also one of my favourite people.

I might just make a list of my favourite people.

Mentally.
I wouldn't want anyone getting upset.
Although, i don't reckon anyone cares. Or cares about me. Or even likes me for that matter.

Such a hypocritical world that we live in.
I'm not too sure i like it all that much.



The feeling's mutual.

I don't care what you think, as long as its about me.

I feel so tired, i could drop down asleep here and now.
Except i won't.
Because the floor doesn't look all that comfy.

I do like sleeping. But. HORROR OF ALL HORRORS.
I have to set.my.ALARM. at weekends now. I mean, its bad enough having mother rip the warm duvet off you, but now an annoying beeping/radio irritation?

NOT HAPPENING WOMAN.
You is out of your MIND.

What has my life come to?
Bad times, that's what.

Hmmph.

I think, just to spite her, i shall wake up at the CRACK OF DAWN every weekend to go running.

That'll serve her right for even suggesting such a disgusting proposition.

Hmmmmmmm... oh yeaaaaah.

The main topic of this post.


I have found happiness in my misery.


Up yours, bitch. :)

Dearest Enemy, you should have never trusted me, you BITCH.

Well well well.



Looks like its back to how things were, huh?

I have resolved that as soon as the opportunity arises, i shall whack you VERY EXTREMELY HARD with a hockey stick. Kidding. I wouldn't be that MEAN.

And best of all?





I was right about you all along.



No point pretending anymore, you know.

I can see right through all your shit.





Did you have fun leading me along like this?

I'm sure you feel fucking fantastic.

Good for you.


Bitch.

Did you really think we'd believe you?

Frankly, i'm quite lost.
I don't understand.
Your problem i guess.
And for one, i really don't want you finding out about something.
A sense of forboding tells me you already know.

And will be taking the piss.
But life goes on.
Except, to you, it seems, maybe the people do as well.
Friends are just brief flashes in your life.
I seem to be anyway.

I wish i had your confidence.
So i could be brave enough to do the thing i most dread.


..I don't know why i've basically talked to you for this post.
But who cares.


You certainly don't.

There's no such thing as accidental infidelity.

Or accidental ignorance.

It couldn't be more blatantly obvious.

Just how stupid do you think i am?

Sometimes, i just want to hit you. Very very extremely HARD.
But i won't.
:)

Its not even like you're reading this anyway.
Thats a good thing.
Very good.

We'll see just how true your statement is tomorrow, my friend. We'll see.

And most of all. I hope you're happy.
Things are going your way.

I just hope all this was worth it.

Playing The Blame Game.

Don't you just love being ignored?
Ah, the feeling of alienation is one of the best you can get.
:)
To be completely honest though, i think i was letting stuff get to me a bit too much this week. It hasn't been a great one, that's for sure.
The title of today's post may give you, (my very dear invisible audience) a bit of a clue. It does seem to my good self that i have been blamed, for rather a lot of things recently. Its almost like i can't do anything respectively right. Oh well. Life goes on.

Gives me a little bit of peace. I can actually think about stuff a lot when its just me. The walk home is hmm...i reckon about half an hour?
That's when i sort out all my problems, all my worries.
Plan stuff.


Sorta like tihs. But in my head.
OOOOH. 'My head is a prison, but nobody visits'
That song is quite amazing.

As is this freaking amazing program.
WOW.
Material Girl.
WOW.

And -siiiiiiiighhhhh-
i may not be loved. But i am in love.
With my phone. My beautiful baby has returned.
<3 <3 <3 <3



Shite. This is good t.v.

I may just go now.
Bitchy real life v. Bitchy t.v?

T.v wins every time.
;D




Ciao biatches of the world.
Life calls.

And i don't know who you are, when you're running inside my head.

I should really be doing maths revision. But i'm not. I'm here..blogging. To apparently no audience. I can pretend, though.
I'm good at pretending. I'm also good at ruining stuff. Like...homework. And friendships. And boiled eggs.
I'm also gonna pretend that i can sing, and am not consequently killing everyone's ears at this present moment in time. Its not like i can help it. You me at six. Undenyably singalongable. Now thats a sentence and a half. I'm unbelievably glad i've got most of the music i lost back. Stupid computer.
Technology seems to have a mind of its own these days. It was only yesterday that i was wrestling the scanner.
.....*examines hair*........
i need a haircut.
Maybe more like a bob.
No idea.
Hmm.



Oh yeah.
To anyone that i've made upset?
I'm sorry.
And thats a wrap. Or maybe thats when i get fed up. Same thing really.