Imma revert to my old, cold, sadistic, unruly, apathetic self because I FEEL SO FRIGGIN INADEQUATE. I mean, I am so old in terms of philisophical thinking. Y'all suck. ^_~ I compete in poetry slams, I can play an instrument, speak 1 and 1/100 of a language, dress okay-ish, be spontaneous, be cold, be popular, or be thoughtful. I AM SUCH A FREAK. >.<>
And guess what? I got compared to the person who seemingly is perfect. E. and also one other person who I dont care about much anymore. I am sloppy, not a good example, an otaku, lazy, selfish, and etc. But I have my cover up which is pure eloquence with maybe a slight touch of beauty, a dash of athleticism, a pinch of personality and attitude, and my conscience which will in no case seems to leave me alone. I solved the ULTIMATE PUZZLE by cheating off the internet with the guy sitting across from me (lets call him J cause if he reads this its gonna be so idiotic). I erased my credit off of the board. I know, I know. Such a goody two shoes. Its not my fault that im so... ew. I cant change it. Its set in stone.
So for teh next two days. Expect me to cry. A lot. Expect me to not care, even though I will. Expect me to be silent. Expect nothing and expect everything. I hate being an outsider, but its safer in the bleachers than in the game. But its so much more exiting to play. ^_~ No one knows what the hell im talking about, but hey, its my blog. You're here to find out.
You know you hate me
And I dont really care
You dont know
I hate you back.
^_~ Smile biotches. Im bak.
-Vicki
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