I am so angry. 

Disgusting slut. 

Foul beast. 

Disgrace to mankind. 

Go crawl in a hole and die. 

I’m not used to feeling anything else but happy. 

I hope this won’t last forever. :l

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THINGS I FEEL I SHOULD SHARE: (a re-cap of today’s events)

1) 

I have consistent lucid dreams about swimming in hot coffee. I don’t even like drinking coffee. I drink tea, but who wants to swim in tea???

2)

I did not capitalize every letter in the title of this post for emphasis, but rather due to the fact that I didn’t know which words should begin with capitol letters and which ones shouldn’t. You wouldn’t care, but I do. 

3) 

I can’t decide if I’m ugly in that pretty way, or pretty in that ugly way. Either one would be nice, but there are huge differences between the two. 

4)

Cooking with deep fryers makes my eyes burn hella lot. 

5)

 My cat is gone. 

6)

I have a shittonne of homework to do. I was going to use Spring Break to catch up on it, but fuck that shit. I have better things to do. Like light shit on fire and accidentally almost burn my house down because I’m hella fucking stupid.  

7)

I want to get my nose pierced. I’ve never had anything pierced and I feel like I’m missing out. I think it would look nice. The odd thing is, my nose doesn’t look big from the front. Only from the side. I have a small, soft face, and my profile resembles this grouping of symbols: < ~ \\ And the front of my face looks like this: /~.~\     

 So it may be ugly and pretty at the same time. Refer back to #3.

8)

^^This looks like the glasses-wearing emoticon. I’m supposed to wear glasses. 

But I don’t. 

9)

I have virtually no followers. That is okay, so this post is okay. 

10)

I’m thinking about becoming a bum. I was homeless as a kid, so maybe it won’t be too bad. My only qualm is homelessness=no internet. Otherwise, I would have no problems. I’m really good at not doing anything, including but not limited to: washing myself, washing my clothes, changing my clothes, eating food, and drinking water. 

No. Being homeless is a terrible idea. 

11)

My insides hurt. All of that cake, bro. ALL OF DEM CAKIES. I’d never be able to live without cake. 

12) 

I will not end this post on 12. 12 is to predictable. 

13)

Ah, now this is a good place to stop. Lucky number 13. Goodnight, good afternoon, and good morning to wherever you are. Not that anyone will read this.

Having very few followers is like talking to yourself. It doesn’t matter what you say, as long as no one hears it.

It’s kind of nice. Kind of nice indeed.  

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"I tramped all over that field, and the field to the south of it, and to the north of it, and every other field, but never again did I find that well, and never again did I find the father who brought me there."

Malachy McCourt, from A Monk Swimming - A Memoir (thanks, sanchosmama)

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