Thursday, March 24, 2011
All this machinery making modern music can still be open-hearted
This is not an actual blog post, but eh, whatever.
Okay FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME STOP CRYING SHERMINE STOP IT.
I want to slap someone. Really, really hard. But seriously,
what the hell is wrong with me today and why the hell am I so temperamental? It's not as if... well, you know what I mean.
You know, I sound so pathetic. Heck, I laugh at myself.
I think I'm going mad from reading too much comics, because I'm starting to use 'dear'/'darling'/'honey' (although to a lesser extent) too much AUGHHHHHH. For some reason I suspect adding a 'my' to the front makes it sound less odd and you know, more like what I would say, hmm. There must be a reason. Emma is screwing with my mind, and I guess that's what can happen when you're a telepath even though it's only a comic but still.
But I swear my conversations with random people are so... permeated with ellipses and question marks and basically everything that makes a conversation awkward, because that usually involves answering a question with another question. And that always makes things awkward, in general. Or making everything sound like a question, which I appear to be relatively good at.
...you know sometimes I wish people would let me cry on their shoulder, well, not literally but yeah. It just sucks when they take everything and aren't there when you need them. My god, I sound like some desperate loner don't I? (And again, this is why I don't ever believe in friendship. Too idealistic.)
I wish I had someone I could talk to about everything and would understand. And wouldn't, I don't know, judge me based on what I said or did or decided.
And HA SARAH YOU'LL NEVER SEE THIS, BUT IT'S 109.5, 107, AND 104.5. I TOLD YOU SO, THEY HAD EQUAL INTERVALS. Everything in chemistry has order.
Posted at 9:09 PM
