the yearnin’ inside your heart ain’t there anymore
The sad part about everything is that below all those fanciful dreams and wild hopes, I am a realist. Period. I am as real as they come. I can dream of things that will hardly ever happen but the realist in me doesn't expect much to happen anyway.
I was never really like that. I used to have nice daydreams about things and I believed in fairytale endings. Now? I'd be happy to even get out of the existing hellhole that I seem to be stuck in. It's like one day I got slapped in the face really hard and woke up as a realist. I see things differently now. I see the truth now. And doesn't the truth always hurt?
Well. Being a realist does have its advantages because you're not likely to take in anyone's bullshit and you kind of think things through a billion times. But the downside is, you expect everyone to be a realist as well. When I see things that are just unrealistic and when I see people getting their hopes high over something that isn't bound to happen, I feel like giving them a slap. Probably the same slap I got that made my thinking switch from dreamer-mode to realist-mode.
I am still a dreamer somewhere inside but until I'm not tied down to crap like this, that side of me isn't really going to show.
i don’t wanna miss a single thing
Must-watch movies in 2011 on my list :
- I Am Number Four - What caught my attention was the description of the movie. I'm not into sci-fi movies but this sounds a little different. I'm not interested in Dianna Agron (Whoever she is. Some Glee actress! I'm not a fan of Glee either). Not interested in anything except the short description of the movie.
- Just Go With It - Adam Sandler = ROFL. I think it's gonna be a really funny movie with Jennifer Aniston in it.
- Take Me Home Tonight - Another comedy to watch.
- Red Riding Hood - Remakes of stories like these are normally moderately nice to watch. Amanda Seyfried movies are likable so it shouldn't be that bad.
- Hanna - I have no idea who all the actors are but it looks like an exciting movie.
- Soul Surfer - Same old story about a girl who loses her arm from surfing and continues her life as a surfer. Emotional movie? Probably. But I prefer AnnaSophia Robb a hundred more times than Dakota Fanning.
- Fast Five - Count me in when there's a Paul Walker movie. It should be interesting.. and amazing, as always.
- Something Borrowed - Rom-coms; yay! Typical love triangle storyline - Girl falls for best friend's boyfriend when girl's best friend is in love with her.
- Pirates Of The Caribbean: On Stranger Tides - I love Captain Jack Sparrow. 'Nuff said. Without Orlando Bloom? Even better.
- Green Lantern - More superheroes...
- Bad Teacher - Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake. Should be funny.
- Transformers: Dark Of Moon - Why should I?! There's no Megan Fox in it!! Larry Crowne - Maybe. I miss Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts.
- Monte Carlo - Maybe. Only watching it because of Leighton Meester. Selena Gomez and Katie Cassidy? No thanks.
- One for The Money - Katherine Heigl is funny! Except her character in Life As We Know It was unsuitable and irritating.
- Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows: Part 2 - Whee, Harry Potter!
- Captain America - Chris Evans! The trailer looks super cool.
- Straw Dogs - Hey, I like James Marsden and Kate Bosworth.
- Abduction - Looks interesting (What's the synonym of this word?! I've been using it too much). Taylor Lautner action movie. Haha! Sounds funny.
- What's Your Number - I believe I've mentioned this in my last, long and lost post about movies that I want to watch.
- Now - More Justin Timberlake and Amanda Seyfried movies.
Sorry for the totally unreasonable reasons why I want to watch them. It's a hot day and my brain is working really slowly today, so I'm not really bothered to understand why I want to watch movies because of actors I know. I, myself, expected this post to be more productive but I guess my mind isn't cooperating. This will have to do.
get me with those green eyes
Excuse me for the truthful and sadistic post ahead. I'm feeling rather rebellious now. 
So I was watching these live videos of Maroon 5 and Taylor Swift and it sparked an old, abandoned interest of mine...
Guitars, chords and picks.
I know, I know. It's so absurd. But I can't seem to completely forget about guitars. I haven't even gotten over the fact that I've gone through all that and yet I still fail again and again. There are (oh, only I know how many) days when I wish I could pick up that rotting guitar in the corner, attempt to tune it and start playing all over again. I guess I'm still an even bigger kid at heart than the outside because I still hope that I'll be a rockstar someday. Two years have passed and my dreams are the same about the same thing. I know this is pretty lame and typical of me (because all my friends want to be singers and stuff like that...), but dreams are made to be dreamed of by dreamers. Knowing this makes me feel a little... good? because it shows that I haven't given up all my hopes.
Ah, guitars. I hate them so much that I feel like ripping up all the music sheets in jealousy and anger yet I love them so much that I want to cradle them in my arms and play until my fingers have callouses again. I remember being really proud of the first sign of callouses on my fingers because I thought that it was the ultimate symbol or landmark of playing the guitar. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking straight. You can't be great just because your skin peels off. Right?! But I really miss those stuff... When I had to lift my right knee higher to support the guitar, when I plucked a string and real music came sang from the guitar, and when I pressed down those strings really hard until I felt like crying in defeat because I couldn't get the chords right.
I miss the weirdest stuff, don't I?
Every time I go near the 2-year-old guitar, I feel like bringing it out just to touch that lovely wood and silver strings but I always back away because I'm reminded of how it felt to lose to everything related to guitars. See this love-hate relationship I have with stuff? Talking about guitars again... it's like spilling all my secret hopes out. Yes, I still secretly hope that one day when I wake up on the morning of my birthday, I find a guitar (preferably a black one, but not a Takamine anymore), bathed in sunlight, waiting for me. Maybe not the sunlight part but it would be really cool. I can't believe I was so close to getting one but backtracked so quickly. It was within my reach! I would've regretted it, though. To be honest, I didn't and don't deserve a guitar. Not now and not yet, at least. Someday. Someday when I'm good enough and when I've proved myself to be worthy of instruments. Someday when I can sing while play (after I get over my stage fright). Someday when I can switch chords without looking down.
Being an on-and-off fan of Taylor Swift, you probably already know that all girls who love Taylor will look up to her and act as if she's the goddess of heartbreaks, relationships, songs and guitars. I do admire her talent in music and her love for guitars. It's just amazing to know that she's been playing since such a young age. Unbelievable. It makes me wish that I could play and sing as wonderfully as her. Of course, I can't really sing like her because my voice can't reach simple high pitches and I definitely can't play guitar better than her but maybe I'll be as good as her one day.
I always think of how I'll start playing the guitar again during the holidays but it never happens because there are so many plans, so much work and so many dreams that I'm chasing after. Even if I had the chance, I wouldn't. I'm a shy person when it comes to doing important things openly. I don't take critics very well but I'm learning.
But then again, the bad side comes out when I begin this whole phase again. The unreachable chord problem. The cause? Short fingers! I used to think that my fingers were long but guitar just changes a lot of things. Chords that can't be pressed. Frustration. Anger. Sadness. Envy. Regret. Slow strumming, fast strumming, bad strumming. Strumming patterns that aren't even stated in how-to-play videos. Able to play but unable to sing. Palm-muting problems. Looking at the bad side makes it all so dizzy and so wrong. Argh, patience and concentration!
One day, I want to accomplish whatever I've just said. It would be a real dream come true.
If I had the time; if I had the right amount of patience; if I look on the bright side and forget the bad side; if it ever happens, it'd be a blessing, a surprise, a success, an accomplishment. Wishful thinking.
Oh, here I go again. Going on and on about my thoughts, complaining, hoping, wishing, moping and just saying. I gotta do something to make it happen, right? In a few more hundred days... or, who knows, a thousand days.
Almost a thousand words of the same old topic that I've been talking and thinking about for the past two years.
I can only sit and wish for the future now.
flash forward and we’re taking on the world together
I like cooking. I don't love it yet, though. Just a random thought.
Essays and art make me smile. I like seeing those comments at the end of my essay. It's so fun to let my imagination run wild when I'm writing. Different ideas make me feel good because it isn't the same old thing. It makes everything so interesting. Re-reading is fun because it's different when you're the writer and when you're the reader.
What more can I say about art? It makes me forget about everything. It's the only thing I can concentrate on for a long time, besides reading. Art is so beautiful when the masterpiece is done and you can just hold it back and see the beauty of it. Painting expresses our feelings.
My conclusion of today : First impressions will never change. For example, you meet this girl and you don't like her attitude but later on, you become close friends and realize that you were wrong about her. No, we are never wrong about first impressions. The end comes back to your first impression.
On the bright side,
Tangled trailer (Mandy Moore as Rapunzel and Zachary Levi as Flynn Rider)
Looks like a cute movie. That sounded childish, I know. But I like modern fairytales with a different twist to the love stories. And the graphics look pretty good.
Yum.
Takers (trailer)
Starring Paul Walker, Idris Elba, Michael Ealy, Hayden Christensen, Chris Brown, Matt Dillon. What's with all the negative comments about it? Everyone is expecting too much. A movie is only good when you don't expect anything. I need to watch a movie badly.
Too many random thoughts.
I’m stained with apathy I’m blind but I can see
I deserve better.
"O-kay. Here we go again. Round (hmm, let me borrow some fingers and toes) 865532.
WOOOOOO!! Fun ride again. I'm impressed by the new nicknames.
So while he can use all the foul words in this world on us, I can't say a single word? Wowwwwza! Score for me! I see more and more justice in this world. And you can even laugh at his profanity-stringed jokes and then say that we are crude? I'm not one to say who you can scold but even a blind man could see the crookedness of your judgments.
I'm childish, I know I am, and you can say it if you like. I'm kinda getting immune to all this. Should really listen to C and observe absolute silence even when we're being accused and scolded and lectured and abused(???). But I guess I'm just the type of person who can't keep my mouth shut! I like being involved and I just can't not care. Dammit, why am I such a stupid caring and emotional person? And when I care, I get it all slammed right back into my face and get called 'unappreciative'. O-kay!
Oh, and I'm not sly enough to quickly change the direction of the conversation to make me sound brilliant. I sure should pick up on those skills so that I can get away with anything. NAAAAAASSSTY! I should be all like, "OHHH, ERRR, she looks like she's having a change of heart" when being lectured for spilling out lots of unnecessary information. Then you'll go, "REALLY?" and then the conversation will be directed away to other things. LOLOLOLOL!!!!!
And I'm sooooo sorry I'm not good with the FAKE apologies. It's just not me. I'd rather not apologize than spit out 'sorry's whenever I need you back. LOL!!! Funny! And I'm sooooo sorry I'm not sneaky enough to get back into your good books by filling the blue pail then leaving the red pail empty. Bet no one noticed that... Hmm... Well, instead of noticing that, you give him a big pat on the back and congratulate him for learning to be more responsible. GOOD JOB! 
And I'm soooooo sorry I haven't learned the skills of fake suicide and running away. That really got me laughing. Like HEEHAWWWW.
And we're always in the wrong, aren't we? No matter what we do or say, we'll always be in the wrong. Sorry I can't be perfect like that lil angel who will prolly stab you in the back one day. It's teaching me to shut my mouth and not speak a word even though I'm right.
When I wash the damned dishes and actually put effort into doing something, it hardly gets recognized. When he manages (with your help, of course) to cook something, we're expected to praise him and all sorts of shit. I don't take it so well. When he vacuums the room, we're accused for not helping and being ungrateful that he has done all the work (then complains about a backache later). Maybe I need the recognition every time I do something worthy. Maybe I live for recognition. But don't we all sometimes? When he does something stupid and f-ed up, you ignore it. I ain't giving out no more secrets cuz one day when the big bomb falls onto you, I ain't gonna be there to say I TOLD YOU SO.
I'm also disappointed. All this anger and misery and biting sarcasm is actually budding from my disappointment. You tell me that you weren't talking about that. Well, I was. I still am. Whyyy? Because it's been eating at me (mentally) for a whole year now and I'm still not over it. Much as I want to be okay and skipping happily again, there are some dark periods of time when the incident just replays over and over in my head and I feel un-okay.
Do you even know how it feels? To lie in bed and not notice you're grinding your teeth because you're angry at what happened? To lie in bed and subtly pull the sheets up as if to fend off your fear? To jerk awake when you hear sounds that sound like that person walking in? To dodge out of the way (while the incident replays in your mind) when you pass that person by in a narrow space? To close your eyes and want to die when you think a bit too far? To listen to that voice and feel the pit of your stomach stir with unease and sudden anger? To flinch inwardly when that person comes a little too close? To slam the bathroom door shut when you hear that person approaching? To feel your head tighten and your hands twitch when that person decides it's fun to suddenly appear in the middle of the night? To pretend that you're fine and okay to be around that person? To feel as if you can't see the sunlight anytime soon? Do you?
No. You don't have the slightest clue. You think it's a joke; you think I'm making it up; you think I'm just being a drama queen; you think I'm exaggerating; you think it's FUNNY.
And it saddened me to hear you telling me that wasn't the point. It's a really big thing to me and you just shoved it right back at me as if I was telling you a bad joke. The only person I trusted to understand how I felt pushed me away. Do you know how that feels? The only person I love and want to be loved back by pushed me away. Just when I finally had the guts to admit how I really felt, you turned me away. It took me a year and over the year, I've been talking to C, telling her everything. And she told me to tell you and every time I tried to, I couldn't. C gave me advice, told me things I wanted to hear, told me that it'd be better if I told you, told me that I'd go bananas if I didn't tell someone who could help me. And then yesterday I told you. And you ignored it completely and I got called bad names instead.
I think I would've preferred a stab to the chest. That hurt. I can't believe you did that. It's like a kid putting his/her trust into his/her parents, only to be dumped by both of them one day. Trust. I trusted you. I trusted you enough to know that you'd care. But no. I was there for you, why can't you be here for me?
And maybe it just isn't a big thing to you but mentally, it has scarred me. I hope you're happy. Again.
Don't come to me when he has stuck a knife into your back because I will be so numb by then, I won't be able to feel your pain. Every little incident hardens me a bit more. By the end of the day, I'll be heartless. And C and I will be there to laugh at him. His pride and idiocy can blind him into thinking that he's god but he's not and one day, what he deserves will come a-knocking. Don't say we didn't tell you so.
The irony of it all is that this all began when he started playing God." - Unknown.
i will stand by you forever
Adam Brody is so freaking cute! (: My new love. Doesn't he remind you of Jesse Eisenberg from Zombieland? C says it's because they both have curly hair. Mmm, cute! Get lost, Nick Wheeler. Come back when you've gotten rid of that awful pink bike. LOL.
This is Mom's new addiction, Enrique Iglesias. Get lost, Paul Walker. Come back when put out a record. LOL.
Mmhmm, get to the side.
Adam Levine is C's new love. Woooooo! Mmm... Can't wait for their new album.
Robert Hoffman is my grandaunt's favorite. Yes, the Step Up guy. LOL!!!
Okay, the end.
x
how come I was the last to know?
OH, so that's what this morning was about.
I was expecting that. Now why did I let it affect me that much? I mean, I was prepared for it. I guess it just slipped my mind because we were having a relatively happy meal (does happy mean anything to you?) and then it was decided that, since everyone's HAPPY, let's drop the big bomb.
Right. Now I remember why it affected me that much. What the heck? How could I have left my guard down like that? You know what? That's the most vulnerable position anyone could be put in. No wonder bullies find people's weak spots and attack when they're least expecting. God, gotta learn to be quicker than that!! Time to learn that 'It's not okay to be okay'. Seriously.
So I guess everyone's HAPPY now. (OH, they are. They're chatting happily about things I don't want to listen to at all) Because I am. Now that I've pieced myself together, it's not going to bother me even if that means breaking down in a god damned bathroom. But then again, does anyone really care, I ask myself? Care. What a strange word. Hoho, you can care for the world but that doesn't mean the world has to care for you.
Oh, and by the way, while we're at it, let's baby the world but let them off the hook when we need help, why don't we?
Let's start with listening to all those complaints about stomachaches and painful eyebrows.
And let's continue with bones in a chicken and ways we can create mammals without bones.
'Why don't you let them carry it?' Why? Why don't we let them carry it? Why not we think about why they never OFFER to carry it?
In fact, WOWZERS. These are great. Someone should write a book about it.
When people accidentally drink hot soup too quickly, we all fuss about them as if the world will end because of a burnt tongue.
But when other more important things which traumatize others happen, we say, it's okay, they didn't mean it. Weird world, innit?
Let's go back to everyone being happy! Let those back here suffer while others prosper and enjoy the worldly goods the world has to offer. Doesn't matter because some people are just so needy, they're so old, they need a babysitter. We can suffer back here, sure we can. Aren't we used to it? Isn't this the way of life?
What do you have to feel uncomfortable about? My say don't count so it don't matter either way, right? What more can I say indeed?
Being fake becomes second nature to us when we live in a lie. We put on smiles, encourage others to do what they want to do just because it makes them happy, laugh along with them even though you feel like doing anything but laughing. But sometimes, being fake is tiring. Don't we all just wanna let that fake smile slide and cry our hearts out sometimes?
And being the supportive one in the lot comes from realizing that no one else is going to care. So what do we do? Hold their hands in their times of need, hug them and keep telling yourself and them that everything's gonna be just fine, make them smile, cry along with them, tell them things they want to hear, repeat those things because they don't believe it, notice when their smiles fade into frowns, notice when their sniffles aren't just sniffles, go everywhere with them just to make them feel good. But sometimes, being supportive gets tiring too. You want to be supported too. But you can't give in until you know the other person is going to be okay.
After that, what happens? They forget. Or they don't care. Again. Care is a strange word. It is, shall we say, a difficult position. We always want to care but should we always?
And why do people care for people who don't care? Especially those who have wronged you in so many ways, you wish you could turn back the hands of the clock so that you could've done the right thing? Especially those who have never cared for you?
What becomes of the people who have cared (so deeply, I emphasize) for you?
And there's no one I can talk to now that you've gone over to the dark side. I feel empty. The day you weren't at home, things were nasty and I wanted so badly for you to be there. And I was just telling them, God, you're the only person who understands me. Now you've gone and joined the dark side while I can only stand by the sidelines and pretend to cheer you on.
I can't talk to anybody because they're like, Why can't you be a little more supportive and make them happy so that their journey will be happy too? Well, I can't. Because I'm not happy and I'm sick and tired of pretending to be happy when I'm not.
Frankly, I don't wanna listen to your silly little happy stories and plans because all I feel like doing is punching the person who is causing all this in the first place. And I don't want to follow you anywhere if it has anything to do with those silly little happy stories and plans. I want to crank up the volume when you talk about your silly little happy stories and plans because I hate listening to them.
I just want to stand in the crowd, say goodbye as fast as I can then go home because I'll hate that moment. I know I will. Let's just get this over with so that I can hate you and the cause properly.
A part of me will always hate the cause. There's no undoing it. I hope one day I can forgive him but until then, this grudge is staying. And I hate it when people talk to me with cheery tones. They can't even see how I feel. How sensitive. I want to punch his lights out and maybe hit him a few times just so he knows how I feel. Of course, no matter what I do, I'll always be wrong. So no punching lights for me.
I'm feeling so bitter, I could spit out citrus peel faster than a machine gun. But this too shall pass. Why? Because I always let people be. Time and time again. How retardedly noble I sound.
I want to sleep until the storm passes. But that's difficult, considering it's gonna be another month and a half.
Bon voyage.
wish that I could be your superman tonight
Images from Bing.
This is for you. I want to tell you that everything is going to be okay. No matter how un-okay things might seem to you, I want to assure you that it will be. I wish that I could be there but since I can't, I guess my words here will have to do. At times when I seemed indifferent to your pain or hurt, I didn't mean any of it. More than anything, I didn't want to bring down your hope because crying alongside you would seem worse.
I love you and trust me, I'll be here always even when everyone's stepping on your head or snubbing you or not feeling any of your pain. That's what *s are for. (: Keep lifting your head up and smiling because a smile makes even the worst situation feel okay.
x
Lifehouse - By Your Side
All I want now is to be with you
Cause you know I've been everywhere else
Looking back at what you got me through
You knew me better than I knew myself
When I feel lost and I can't find my way
When words are at a loss I can hear you say
I'll be by your side, when all hope has died
I will still be around oh and I, I'm still on your side
When everything's wrong, I will still be around
By your side
Fighting my way back to where you are
The only place I ever felt at home
Stumbling backwards through the dark
I know how it feels to be alone
And where we go is where I wanna be
And in the silence I hear you say to me
I'll be by your side, when all hope has died
I will still be around, oh and I, I'm still on your side
When everything's wrong, I will still be around
I can't wait another day to show my space between
Your heart and mine, and you're all that I need
You say I
I'll be by your side, when all hope has died
I will still be around, oh and I, I'm still on your side
When everything's wrong, I will still be around
By your side, by your side, by your side, by your side, by your side
x
It will be okay.
x
a smell of wine and cheap perfume
The Losers. Now that was a pretty good show if I must say so myself. I read some negative reviews about the movie but I personally found it entertaining and not quite as bad as they say it is. Went with the family so it was good company and good movie wrapped in one. Perfect!
Everyone in the cinema couldn't stop laughing throughout the entire movie. Yes, it was just plain funny and sometimes laughably corny but funny all the same. It's a bit predictable but there are some turns and some pretty intense moments which make it all the more interesting and I sound like a big fat ad but I can't help it because it's true. 
I like the cast. I think they chose really suitable people to portray the characters so that helped. I mean, I still can't decide who I like best in the movie. Zoe Saldana was smoking hot but isn't she nearly always? I mean, that's why she's on the list of hottest women, right? Oh, and why are all the baddies in the movies such business-like people? What happened to those rugged bad boys and wicked guys? Look at Iron Man 2, for instance. That Justin Hammer was perpetually dressed in a clean suit just like Max in this movie.
The weapons were kinda cool and not as exaggerated as you might think. I like how everyone has their own specialty and quirkiness especially Jensen's button-cute tees - - . It makes everything more realistic. The script was well-written. I think the beauty of a movie depends mostly on the script. You can have good actors and good sets and good everything but if the script is lousy, there goes the movie. The soundtrack is also important because who doesn't like music?
Ohmyfreakinggawd, Chris Evans is nerdy hot in the movie. I always thought of him as cute (Johnny Storm from Fantastic Four *wink wink*) but when I realized that the cute geek in the movie was him, I just fell for him. Swoooon. LOL. I know my mom thinks he's pretty darned cute too. Hmm... cuter than Paul Walker?
Muahahahaha. Just maybe, hmm?
The Takers is next on our list of movies to watch.
x
the curious case of my belongings
This is the story about my things going missing or to be more exact, given away without me even knowing that I gave it away. I had a mouse (not the live one) and it was a really good mouse. And I loved it. Sure, I had to change the batteries when the red light started blinking and I always found it bothersome to hunt around for fresh batteries but I would have gladly changed all the batteries in the world if it meant having my mouse back to myself.
I mean, I don't even say anything about my things being mysteriously taken and claimed rightfully as others' stuff yet there are some people who think I'm a selfish little girl who only exists in a world of I, me, my and mine. Thank you, I so believe in you too. I'm just trying to say how weird it is that people take my things and never return them and have the face to claim my things as theirs. Has anyone ever done that to you?
I love you, mouse. You will forever be in my heart even though you are in the hands of a doubled-faced beast.
And then there was my bag. But that was, what, five or six years ago. Yes, that long ago. My beloved messenger bag that dad had given to me. It was a beautiful bag and I had many uses for it. It had cute pockets and handy compartments. Then lo and behold, the predator spots it and puts his claws all over my bag, asking to borrow it for a couple of days. So me being me (I'm generous though nobody sees it), I lent it to the predator ... who never gave it back. When I tried to look for it, I couldn't find it. Not only had it been swallowed by the predator, it had also been lost in the process.
Oh, well. I never tried to look for it anymore because somehow I knew that I would never see it again. But strangely, after six years (this bag has been constantly on my mind whenever I have small events to go to because it's real dandy and I like using it), one day the bag turns up. Sadly, I'm not interested in the bag anymore. So now it sits outside and when I look it, sometimes I wonder where it's been in all the six years it's been missing. Kind of like a missing child, no?
I loved you, messenger bag. But it's not the same anymore. You've probably been abused and I feel for you.
Ms Eraser went missing sometime last year. She was the prettiest thing I'd ever laid my hands on. She was good with paper and ink and I never let anyone use the square side that hadn't been used before. I have this OCD thing about only using one end of the eraser. If someone takes my eraser and rubs with the unused end, they know they're in for the time of their life. I swear, if it's one thing I'm crazy about, it's the unused side of the eraser.
So anyways, I always carry extra stationery in case I lose some or break some. I had two erasers when the predator asked to borrow my eraser. And it turned out that I had just started using a new eraser so I could spare an eraser to the predator. Guess what happened? My eraser never came back until months later and by the time it came back, it was unrecognizable. I even denied that it belonged to me because it was all gritty and ugly. Now I keep it safely with me and hardly use it because it's crumbling to pieces. Yes, I know that I'm very attached to things.
Ms Eraser, I adore you. You're safe now.
There were so many other things but these were/are the most important ones. I don't understand why anyone would just take someone else's things and claim them as theirs and not return them to their rightful owner but apparently, shit happens. And shit usually happens to me. I have this sheer luck that never fails to get me into sticky situations like this.
Feeling pretty dark right now so it'd be best for me to end the post.
The next post will prolly be about how people don't understand what I'm trying to say. Trust me, nobody really knows what the message that is trying to be conveyed is and that sucks because I'm always, always, always - did I mention always? - misunderstood. Stories of the misunderstood; it's all true and coming soon.
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