Nothing. Just Nothing.

I don't have anything to say.

Let us assume this good.

Sinking Whilst I Float

Yes, the arrow is getting higher, but the opinion of others is going down.

➚➘

I am starting to detest all kinds of people.

It isn't a good thing, I think...

On the good side, my creativity levels are at a higher point than before.

On a strange note, history text books are making me want to cry.

What the hell is wrong with me?

And what is wrong with humanity?

Yes, the sanity levels of humans are slowly declining.

I reject you.

I reject you vehemently with fingers.

Float Into Space

This weekend was somewhat pleasant. Lots of family time. Love. Scrambles. 007.

And Harvest Moon...

God, I am such a nerd.

Crush

I can't go. They said no.

Now I'm sitting in the dark crying. And I just feel so pathetic.


I don't care if unhappy people are more interesting. Being unhappy sucks.

Sitting in Fog

We moved and left them behind. They didn't come fast enough. And yet, I don't find myself missing them terribly.

The asshole ex has been left behind as well, yet I don't find myself hating him. I think I've baffled him with my kind behavior at the face of his vulgarity and rudeness. I'll certainly be on his mind. Maybe I'll end up changing him for the better.

The box game was fun.

The many large boxes in such close proximity to each other, each with a different boy inside. Their own little fortress. Of course I wasn't welcome there, being an outsider to this world and a girl. Good thing I escaped, in their eyes so strange. 

He found me today. He's so sweet, as I never thought someone like that capable of. He sees everything, it seems.

Good thing it is summer. Anything can happen in the summer. 

Squeeze

"Wants to die as of half an hour ago"

No.

God, no.

Stop stop stop it.

Don't even think those kinds of thoughts.

 

I prolly wouldn't be freaking out as much as I am if my emotions were in a stable state as of late. Which they haven't been, so this is like an earthquake in my mind.

Ah yes, the weather in my head has been quite disastrous recently.

And you both, stop talking to me if you aren't going to say anything. I hate that.

Even more than I think I hate you.

Smile with Bloody Teeth

New seats. Hate them. Prolly going to move next class. And if I dislike that, too, I may move again. Yet I can say with complete confidence that I did not hate that weekend.
The others, I cannot state anything with such confidence. I wish wish wish I knew what I thought of them.
I suppose the only true answer is loneliness. It summarizes it all best.

Socks that Kill

I stripped the knee-length socks off my legs and observed what I was surprised to see there--blood. Apparently my current state was so fragile that the sock had cut my legs along the side, especially at my ankles; there a small pool of blood had formed. My friend sensed my discomfort and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I lied, wiping away the blood with a wet towel and examining my legs further.
I lied.

Angels Sleep

The angels all awake grogglily, their heads simultaneously rising from the desks. One of the girls, the brown-haired one, smiles warmly at the others, saying in a pleasant tone, "Good morning" before her head fell back down onto the desk, all of the others falling in unison before they were all asleep once more.
The teacher sighed at the front of the class. No, nothing was ever accomplished in this class when the "angels" fell asleep.

Plop

Well isn't that nice.
Somehow, it leaves me feeling...lonely.
No, no, I don't care, I remind myself repeatedly. I told myself I wouldn't care.
Well, do I?
Do you?

Some light has been spread on my illusions. It's nice.
Perhaps I shouldn't sit in myself for hours on end.
Yet I can't stop that, can I?

It Returns...

My NaNo is back now, and I am trying to finish it by next November...

But will I try another NaNo next year?

Or just watch...?