| It's not one of those, oh look at my life it sucks so bad. This is complete honesty and frankly, what I think will be a fairly accurate prediction. 4 sucks.
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| Or at least thinking you want them (for now). Really, I'm not too sure. Just another passing phase, like everything else. Two choices: pick that one thing and lust over everything else, or pick everything else and die because you only actually need that one thing. Frustrating. I just want to stuff my face and cry about it when I get so fat you can't see my eyes. Be thankful for what you have, that's what they say. But it's difficult when you grew up like that. Not quite used to feeling this lost. (I don't actually mean 'lost'. My brain just can't operate anymore because I really want to sleep, but my body won't let me. Oh look, more self-hate. Story of my life.)
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I hate this not being able to sleep thing. I just ate a yoghurt topp and my room's all dark so I think I got it all over my keyboard but I really can't be bothered to check or clean it. Argh. What an unsatisfying number of calories. Oh yes, I was bored enough to do that stupid Social Interview thing on fb. The questions are retarded. I got it off looking at all of Charvi's feeds on my wall. Interesting. In my head, everything's so idyllic. Somehow, it doesn't translate too well.
Twitter used to be my place to purge. Ironic. But now that people who actually know me are on it, I'm loving it a lot lot less. There's no safe place. HWANGGGGGG.. :(
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| I've completely let myself go. It's funny how I always have such a long list of things I want to do, but I never actually end up doing any of it. I don't even take any joy in sitting on the couch all day. I've seriously just been wasting everything. It's incredibly frustrating.
Must. Move. & make things happen.
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| IF IT'S BROKEN, YOU BETTER FIX IT.
BUT HOW?
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| Immense anger and frustration. Uhm, disgusted and just plain tired of all this rubbish. Pick those that you'd put in your palm and pretend the rest don't exist. It's like licorice jelly beans. Nobody likes them, but why do people keep making them then? (The metaphor didn't quite translate properly, but I vaguely understand what I'm trying to write about.) I think I've already got a TOP 5 in mind, which is more than enough, if you ask me. Bye, you.
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