MLAHHH!!!!
First, I forgot all of my science definitions at home
next this:
Sammy is not going to forgive me for the twilight thing. (>.> and btw sammy, if ur reading this...um.... um..... >.>) Argh. I never go to the movies cause this ALWAYS happens. History always loves to repeat itself. THANKS FOR BEING A RETARD HISTORY!
Last time I went to the movies with my friends, I went with someone else and it got another person pissed off and the person that was pissed off started exaggerating everything and slaughtered my reputation. ONE OF THE REASONS I LIKED MOVING. I hated her for the rest of my life after that. I trust Sammy not to kill me, but not really. Everyone has that tiny part of them that tells them to send the person who betrayed them to hell. Heck, even I did that. On my crying birthday, while everyone else was gone, I cut my hand and promised NEVER TO FORGET IT. Though this isnt probably as severe as -hem- having your heart cut out and thrown onto the floor and have the person that you thought you liked/loved bury it without a coffin and dance on your grave, its probably REALLY, REALLY, REALLY BAD.
Hopefully, this may pass and I may not have to block it out. My memory blocks out traumas that I have so that I wont recall them when mentally scrolling for stuff like phone numbers or who the 36th president was. This may be one of the times my brain totally blows it out of porportion and I will remember it that way. Well, this sucks. Tell my conscience I hate it and that I would kill it had I had a choice. But I get stuck with the worst possible conscience ever; ie. the one that is connected to my memory and if I REALLY killed my conscience for half a second, you all would be dead and buried.
If I ever lie, I get the shorter end of the stick. The times I go against my conscience, I get into crappy trouble. So, who is the one more hurt? Probably me, if Sammy NEVER FORGIVES ME FOR THIS. Its the way of life. Why did I go with the other group in the first place?
1. Shopping
2. NO GUYS WHAT-SO-EVER.
3. No awkward conversations.
4. NO REPEATS OF 7th GRADE.
What happened in 7th grade?
1. I went to Europe
2. I got my heart broken
3. I got Vera to semi-hate me
4. I got A LOT of people to hate me.
Im actually happy this ever happened. No one is 100% good. Or else it would show. This is what happens in life. If this never happened to anyone, then life would be a very boring experience wouldnt it? I mean, being like that and all. Monotonousity breeds the unkept. A preparation for high school. Better sooner than later. Ah. I remember now. It was in 3rd grade and the last day she ever talked to me. She was crying and told me that she hated me and that she never wanted to see me again. Then again, she never did. She moved the next year. history always repeats itself. a second chance at redemption? Let's leave it at that.
my philoshiphy?
I dont like life. It's boring.
Of all the billions of people in this world, I had to be this one
99.9% evil.
100% unwillingly living.
Go dig a grave and I'll jump into it
-Envy. Midnight.
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