I know it isn’t new year yet, but bear with me.
Someone whom I haven’t known yet, so far. Someone new. Someone who still would understand my rants. Someone who could, maybe, psychoanalyze me a bit and tell me what I need to do. Someone who wouldn’t go all cheery-cheery and “come on you’re smart you can do it!”. I want someone who could be the perfect listener.
Oh God.
The person who has high possibility of being that someone is probably a shrink.
My mom was right. I need professional help.
Overslept today, so I missed my ocean wave presentation, so there goes my grades. Haha. Not that I had the slightest hope in the subject, I don’t fucking get it at all. Yes, I F-bombed. Yes I care I so upset I want to cry and scream and choke myself and run and hide and just return when everything’s back okay, but when is anything ever okay?
it’s always such a pleasure.
Remember when you tried
to kill me twice?
Welcome. I am pretty sure you know me already if you are reading this, that or you’re a blog-hopper, or some sort of creepy stalker. Probably it doesn’t matter, because if you are still reading then maybe it’s just a consequence of my making another blog. I did, after all, sign up to allow you to peer into the deep recesses of my brain… or something. Again. That’s right, I’ve had several brain-recess dumps already so far. I think I have about four or five or more, but so far I can only remember my LiveJournal and two Tumblrs. Three Tumblrs, if you count my currently-dead multi-chapter sci-fi/urban fantasy/friendship-but-I-wanted-to-turn-it-into-romance fiction story. And I’m writing one more, just because I want to.
Well, it’s not as simple as that. It starts with my wanting to make a diary or journal of some sorts just because I am reading the Princess Diaries. I am twenty, going on twenty-one, a university student haunted by a deadline less than twelve hours ahead of me, and I am reading a teen sappy novel. And making a new blog. Just because I’m too lazy to find a fresh notebook to write on, because I’ve failed in all my handwritten-journal endeavors. Never mind the deadline. It’s not like my academic career still has any hope left.
So again, welcome. I hope you find whatever I post here at least remotely amusing, if not intriguing enough.
And an extra cookie for you if you get the quote and post title.