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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

And let me love you, baby, Let me love you

Right now I'm just like.

Stop rubbing it in, dears.

Yes, I know.


Dear me, I should be mugging for geog, not playing mechquest.

Or writing, for that matter.

DAMN IT HAVE LESS IDEAS/THINGS TO WRITE ABOUT/SOURCES OF INSPIRATION, SHERMINE.


EEEE NOW I FEEL LIKE CODING A .SRT FILE FOR BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S. ):
Maybe I really should!

Okay this is officially the worst period of my life so far, even worse than say, last year. Maybe because I actually do get irritated more easily nowadays, but yeah I just am irritated and let's just leave it at that, damn it.


And oh goodness you know how much we've all changed?

Too much?

And do you know how much we didn't want it to change, and how much we're disappointed in you because we thought you'd be different. We'd thought you'd prove them wrong, but now you're proving us wrong. Can't believe none of us ever noticed how wrong it was at all, until it was in our faces. Go on, continue proving us wrong. There's only so much more you can hurt us anyway, why not do it all the way? Why bother doing things halfway?

Right now, people are very annoyed, and no, I'm not saying anything. Because damn YOU, it's true and you don't bloody know it when you are supposed to and you don't know how it feels like to be so, so, so extremely disappointed! And you think we're just grouching, no we're not, yes, it's the truth, you really have let us down, and yes, we really dislike this situation right now too.

This is really too much for me to handle, darn it. But you know what the worse part is? We can't even say it to you, we can't tell you because you'll think we're just. Ugh. And this is where you're going to say that it's because we don't care and everything but do you really know how much we care and how much we don't? And I want so much to just slap you awake and make you see that you're becoming what you told us not to let you become, and that, my dear friend, is wonderfully hypocritical.

And yet the world goes on.

I really thought you were better than this. I'm disappointed. We're all disappointed. The same thing is happening again, but no one is noticing. And no one cares anymore, now that we finally get down to it. You stopped being who you were, who we thought you would remain being. And we trusted that you'd understand and make a right choice, and never ever forget what you told us you'd do, and what you'd try to do. I don't see you trying. We made a wrong choice then, I suppose.

I don't know you anymore. And I think you'd just laugh and say that I never knew you, that none of us never knew you, that it was always never really you and that we were really idiots to just believe you, weren't we?

It's our fault, then, is it not? You lied.

You all lied.


I forgot to vote for HP'12. This is, to make a terrible understatement, of course, bad.


[/edit: OH AND DEAR PLATOONMATES: DARI KANAN KIRI BELOK IS OFFICIALLY THE MOST LAUDABLE COMMAND NOW HAHAHAHAHHA OH DEAR WHY AM I SO MEAN.

I think my heart just gave a nice little flump and died (because ohmygoodness HER SMILE D'AWHHH) and it feels... good to actually feel something because I feel... feeling-deprived, kind of. And also I sound like I'm fangirling but ohgosh the way she's acting is just, so. Wonderfully amusing. And seriously awh her smile makes me feel better hellzyeah!
ALSO, 绾绾 is supposed to be better than 师妃暄. But this could be because I'm biased but seriously GO READ THE BOOK, YO.]

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