Sunday, September 12, 2010
Hurr. Happiness on the misery of others.
schadenfreude person. schadenfreude-r? schadenfreude-rer? Call me mean; whatever.
The keypad cover feels damn weird - like an oversized condom. Makes the whole experience less enjoyable and less, well, accurate. HAHA.
So much to say, so many thoughts, nowhere/ nobody to release to.
It's always about picking the right audience - one who can understand what you're gg through/talking about. Yes, you are not going through what I'm going through so you don't understand and can't empathize. Well you
can, but not in the way that matters. So no, actually you really can't, pls don't say you do. No point.
One in a group of 5. One in a group of 10/11/12/13/14/15....... how many? I've lost count.
Lately.....
And someone asks, hasn't it been like this all the while? Honestly, yeah, all the while.
All this fucking while and I'm so sick and tired of myself and the people around me.
No no I'm not emo.
I'm broke! No $$$!
Wanna dive further under the duvet, and never come out.
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