Sunday, September 11, 2011
And I might still cry And I might still bleed
These thorns in my side
This heart on my sleeve
And lightning may strike
This ground at my feet
And I might still crash
But I still believe
I need to continue writing; I need to finish what I've started, don't I?
I think I write a lot more when I'm in school, well, because. Just because. And also because my father needs his netbook I'm just going to spend my time filing my nails in school instead of actually typing out my ideas (which I can just write down, but then again I'm just too lazy to transfer what I've written down onto the computer).
Oh, and as a random fact, do you know that according to Strunk and White's
Elements of Style, "too" is a commonly misspelled word? So is "Philip". It's understandable actually, but still amusing nonetheless.
I. Need. To. Chill.
And stop being so affected by... things.
The other day I was talking to
someone (indefinite pronoun, so I don't need to use a gender-specific pronoun later) and (because I'm trying not to say who it is, and using "they" is plainly bad grammar)
he (which can be used as a gender-non-specific pronoun) was trying to tell me that it doesn't matter, but it very plainly and obviously does. Even if
he doesn't want it to be.
Because things don't always work out the way we (personal pronoun) want them to, and if they do we find that they're not what we want in the end.
And also because (and yes, this is directed to you! I suppose you don't know who you are, but then again I've only talked to five people since the start of the holidays so that narrows it down a whole lot, no?) you have no idea what is it like to be in my shoes - or anyone else who's with me on this, for that matter -; so, stop acting like you do know.
Trust me when I say you don't.
And get sleep, yes.
...I feel the need to slap some people, who are right now, on the verge of pissing me off to do the most dramatic thing I would do in my entire life. Which, by the way, includes going right up to them and slapping them silly the next time I see them.
Seriously, I mean,
seriously? Can they even get more impossible and just downright
Irresponsible (with a capital "I" totally emphasized) than they are now?
Just. Go away.
Posted at 9:42 AM
