I've always been one to stuff up my priorities. Always. I think my first blog post was about me creating a blog when I had assignments due. That's so me.
I was talking to a friend today and she reckons that people never really change. As much as they want to, they'll still revert to the same old person. That could mean two things for me; 1, that I'll never make up my mind about anything (and thereby continue to hurt people) and 2, somebody else will continue to hurt me.
Oh how depressing. It's a shame I got my hair cut on Thursday and my fringe can no longer sweep over my heavily makeup'd eye as I shed that single tear.
How does one make a decision tantamount to life or death? A little dramatic of me? Perhaps, perhaps not. Does one ponder for days, weeks on end until the pressure and stress builds up and some sort of explosion is in store? Or does one retreat from the stressors by hiding out like a coward until the mind has settled down? What if the stressor is none other than oneself? Can't hide from that, no siree.
Went for my P's yesterday. It was kind of like dejavu, but not really. Three years back, I woke up late and rushed to get my L's at the same RTA. I didn't brush my hair or change out of my pyjamas properly. Similar story this time around. I woke up one and a half hours later than planned and sped to Fairfield. If that's not a sign that I shouldn't have my license, then I don't know what is. So yeah, anyhoo I failed. Not badly though so I'm not bummed about it. Who am I kidding, honestly. "Nah don't worry! I failed well!" I'm an idiot.
Hey, you know I've always had this strange fear whenever I'm on Facebook. It's as paranoid as my fear of forgetting to put my pants back on before exiting a changeroom, but still a valid fear nonetheless. You know how there's that text box for your status, like "What's on your mind?" or something like that? I'm always afraid that when I'm stalking somebody, I'll type their names into that box instead of the search box at the top of the window. So it would be like NAM (SURNAME): *insert name of someone hot, or their hot boyfriend* Haha, I kid. I don't restrict my stalking to just hotties. I stalk everyone.
Deactivating facebook for a bit though. Feels like I'm detoxing. Which reminds me of those horrendous lemon detox ads on the radio. Tania Zaetta and Geoff Field, your voice acting skills suck. "WOW!!" Oh, please.
2 comments:
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*HUGS*
i love you through all the best and worst times of your life!
as unbelievable as it sounds, all hurt eventually finds a way of subsiding. just take the time to find out what u want and the rest will fall into place and take comfort in knowing ur friends, eg. meeee will be there at every hiccup
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ps. i love stalking people on fb! i used to stalk u but u've disappeared =( i look forward to ur return!! :D
Thanks love. That post was meant to be more satirical emo than real emo but I appreciate your concern. And I know that pain always goes away with time. I just focused too much on being annoyed at the fact that there was even pain in the first place.
I have returned.
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