I woke up and the sun was already setting.
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Some people would say I don't sleep enough.
Well you know what I say? I say those people can shut the fuck up and waste their lives sleeping and let me get back to living. :)
Miley Cyrus doesn't like Twilight!
Finally! She has given us a reason to be proud of her!
[but she still can’t sing]
OHOHOHOHOH!
And I set up a deviant art thingamajig! Check it, if you care.
http://a-darkled-mind.deviantart.com/
(PS: I would appreciate it lots and would offer you all many many favours of the sexual nature if you did check it. Even if you’re a man.)
This is getting interesting..
I liiiike her. Hehehe.
I chased her off!! AHAHAHA!!! FUCKING FINALLY!
If you couldn’t tell, I’m excited.
HUMANS SUCK! :D
BUT CARCINOGENS RUUULLE!!! Just kidding. But humans do suck. Just not as much as cancer does.
Summer
You know, it’s kind of funny in a way. I gave myself to you, but you were only out to play. And maybe I should have seen that one coming. Maybe I should have realized sooner that everything I ever thought about you before.. Was right. That you are mean, and you are a bitch, and you are a whore. Maybe I shouldn’t have let myself fall so far into rebound that I would blind myself again to the problems with another person who would only end up screwing me over in the end. But nothing happened how it probably should have. I realized something, the other day. I realized, while I thought about how angry I was, that nothing that happened between us was ever supposed to happen in the first place. The friendship itself and everything that came from it and after it.. None of it was supposed to happen. And the only way I could learn that was for you to fuck me over. And you definately did that. I realized something else, too, while I was thinking. I realized that I didn’t miss you. Do you know how liberating that was? Do you know how happy it made me to realize that not only did I not miss your words, your touch, your smile or anything else about you, but I that I never loved you either, no matter how many times the words may have left my lips? Sure, I’m still angry. You put me through a Hell like no other has before you. But even that emotion will fade in time. And then there will be no more link between us and your name will be lost in the dusty corridors of old memories. And even that will eventually fall away. And you will be completely forgotten to me. And I won’t care. Because I will finally be free of the continuous emotional abuse that I felt with every sarcastic word, and every vile touch, and every double-edged smile. You used to inspire me so much. But now.. I can’t even get the right emotion to put a fire into what I’m writing at this very second. That’s the sign of the anger dying away. Hold on to it while you can. For this anger will be the last I ever feel for you. After that.. Blissful nothingness. And I’ll tell you the same thing that I told Lena, so many months ago. I hope you find it in yourself to be able to change. To make yourself well and good. To elevate yourself above the decadent and destitute form you’ve crafted to wear around your weak and frightened and childish soul. But just like her, I don’t think you’re capable of that. You don’t possess the will, the strength, the motivation. And because of that, all of your life you will be a failure, a burden, a leech on the happiness of others, constantly dragging them with you, down into the sorrows of your self-created pain. The similarites between the two of you really are striking. I can’t believe it took me so long to acknowledge that. Just more evidence of my willingness to look the other way for a chance at happiness. But I’m done with that, with you. I’ve seen your true colors. I’ve seen them before now, or at least the hints of those backstabbing hues, but I did of course ignore them. However, you raised your grotesque standard high above the fields for everyone to see. And now my own eyes have fallen upon them and I want nothing more to do with you. And I’m okay with that. I’m happy with that. I am happy. Happiness. Something that you could never give me, in permanence. Something you could rarely give me for longer than a day before you found a new way to stab at me. But that’s all over. And I’ve nothing left to say to you. And I’ve nothing left to give to you. I can move on from you, and will, and am, and have. I do not miss you. I never did love you. I am sorry to have ever met you.
A Successful Weekend!
And I got to be away from all the fucknuts at my school that I am slowly despising more and more with each passing day! Fucking finally! I need to get away from Austin much more often.
