To her, nor to you followers.

I think it’s safe to say I’m getting over her.

We kinda ended on a bad note.

Oh well.

We have (I suppose) agreed to never speak to each other again by doing just that.

Sounds good to me.

It’s not worth the wait.

Now to have fun with Amanda tomorrow bowling. That’ll be fun =D

Also, Fanime’s soon.

Woo.

1. Devise a question.
2. Make sure the question is appropriate and that all foreseeable responses are not only taken into account, but explored.
3. Ask the question at a decent time.
4. Respond accordingly.

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It kind of sucks entirely.

I often fall asleep, wake up, and if there was anything said the night before, I don’t remember.

I forget all sorts of things. Hence why I still have this fucking book checked out of the school library that’s two weeks overdue. Hence why I have shit grades since I usually forget I have homework, and I forget a lot of content. Hence why I don’t remember something immediately after someone tells me.

My mind wanders too much.

But at least I remember some stuff. It’s like, math sticks. Drama sticks. Music sticks. Nothing else.

When you can OBVIOUSLY tell I’m in the middle of something AND I’m frustrated, what makes you think telling me to do shit and getting angry at me for being already frustrated and angry helps things?

Fuck off.

This is why I can’t say that I love you.

All these little things.

You’re sabotaging your relationship with your only fucking son.

Seriously.

Is it bad that I can’t mean it when I’m obliged to give my mom a Mother’s Day card?

Is it bad that I don’t care?

Just, so much of this.

tl;dw Steve hits the nail on the head about how the political war isn’t progress, but regress.

Hey. It’s two in the morning.

I have a lot on my mind.

It’s not bad stuff though. It’s interesting stuff. Like this idea I have for something that would make a good film.

I’m brainstorming this one character in general. I saw this person in a slightly-more-than-half-remembered series of dreams from last summer.

Hm.

~R

I did this yesterday. Apparently it saved as a draft?

tl;dr I have no future, and I hate my life.

So welcome you, oh welcome one and all!

For here you’ll see portrayals of my life,

But only those in text are written full

To chronicle both happiness and strife.

However, where is it I shall begin?

From origin? Or from another time?

Perhaps today is right, to my chagrin—

Procrastination never is sublime.

Today was filled with countless boring things,

From cleaning to a long-ass Costco run.

But one such expertise a seamstress brings

Is saying soon a costume will be done.

And seeing that it’s time to set you free,

So I embark on self-discovery.

So begins my era of self-discovery.

It’s been a long time lol