its the bittersweet people that you really love to hate and hate to love

Happy halloween on saturday :) I'm fer derry to watch some fireworks over the foyle.. hope to take some pictures too :D i woulda really have liked to do some painting for art over the break, but i really cant be bothered to think about school atm. i actually hate it. i would like it more if history and maths and french and science could go and hide somewhere but they won't.

i hate it when people dont bother trying to make conversation with you. its people like that that make friendships harder... and probably more worthwhile in the end.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes...

I could easily live off nothing but strepsils and carmax at the minute. I can't taste anything and I just don't feel hungry.

Don't you hate it when you're left to think? Think about everything and anything? Or don't you hate it when you want to think but all you ever hear is someone whispering nonsense in your ear. Or in my case shouting when they're right next to me. I hate that. I also now hate 75p asda maccaroni cheese. But that's life, in'it?

Personally, I hate how repetitive everything is. Humanity will die eventually, but until then, humans will just continue living their repetitive lives and complain about everything that's already happened. Well, don't cry over spilled milk honey.

I wish I could have lived when the world was young. When men were obtuse and women stood loyally by their side, daring not to utter a word as it would be their head. When pretty things were beautiful and people could still be surprised; and when life was a diamond in the wrath. Life must have been at least a little less predictable back then.

When I grow up, I will be a professional photo manipulator/editor/airbrusher or plastic surgeon. I want people to look as fake as those who want to alter their body's as fake as they are on inside. If I'm lucky, maybe a throw up over their fake silicon implants before I stick them in their ass cheeks.

Forgive me, I'm an angry person and an angry person I shall not be, but an angry person must express that anger one way or tother, r I'm afraid that angry person that I speak of, will only feel that anger and sometimes that person just can find no other way to express this dreadful anger than in words.

'211212'

And here we go again, with all the things you said and now i'm wondering...

ahah, don't you just love it when it happens again?

sometimes i wonder why i hold onto people and can't let them go...

twisted smiles, sore sides and teenage complaints

Un: I laugh and I cough and I sneeze to stop myself from bursting into tears. Ha, my side hurts like a motherfucker. No fucking joke.

Deux: I'd be so much happier if the heart was nothing but a muscle. But of course God had to make us awkward creatures who relate emotions to a pumping organ inside our chests.

Trois: Need to find a calculator for maths or death.