screw that
okay, people. time for a reality check.
if you, for some reason, are offended, grow a spine and then we'll have a talk. otherwise, go bother someone else.
1. i am really really sick and effing tired of people coming up to me and asking what is wrong. just because i don't have some effing goofy smile on my face does not mean that i am having problems or that i am upset or something. maybe i have realized that being goofy all of the time is stupid and a quintessintial waste of much energy, time, and resource. maybe i have changed my ways to the way i was before i was "improved". if being a jackass all of the time means i am improved for some reason, then why don't i feel any better?
2. prom was really really great. (i had so much fun with andrew. the best part was he wasn't all control OCD with me, and i could run around and dance with friends whenever i felt like. i wasn't glued to one person all night. that was really cool. not that he was no fun or anything, he was, invariably, but i hate being smothered, which he didn't do. had i still been going out with jake, he would have done something like that. knowing me, i would never speak up.) so why am i so upset? i don't know. maybe this is why people are asking me what is wrong. I DON'T KNOW SO STOP ASKING ME!!!!!!!!!
3. the band banquet is today. oh good, i was looking foreward to another oppertunity to make a complete jackass out of myself. i don't know what would be worse, getting an award or not getting one. why am i so hard to please? maybe this is why i am upset. how do people put up with me?? how can they even stand my constant change, the way that i am, because i can't stand it. dan says that every where i go fun surrounds me, like i am the eye of a huricanne and all that surrounds me is fun, but i find that hard to believe. how is it fun for people to listen to my complaints?
4. i'm sorry every one for being basically retarded. i just feel disgust for myself because i am sad and i have a good idea as to why i am. but this reason is a bad terrible disgusting reason, and it is weak and embarrassing. because i might have feelings for someone i consider a friend, some one who i greatly enjoy. having feelings for this person would ruin much. so i will cut him off. i will strangle these feelings, deprive them from air. then i will be truely efficient. finally.
once again, sorry for being so bitter. i'll get this all straightened out, i promise.
posted by bartholdy's slave @ 10:39
1 Comments:
I can't speak for the rest of your dear servants and pawns, but I put up with you because I truly respect you. You have every right to be sad, just as long as you give us quintessentially wasteful, goofy, happy people the right to be happy.
And it is endless fun to listen to you complain. I have no life of my own, so I must live intravenously through you :p Just kidding...sort of.
I wish there was something I could do. I wish I could fix your problems and make the world a better place because of it. I've racked my mind and...nothing. I can't think of anything to do, but let you vent at me. So that's what I'll do until Plan B presents itself as fit.
If you ever need an open ear, give me a call. If I'm busy, I'll stop doing whatever to help out. Friends are an upmost priority. If I'm not there, I duly apologize. Due to blasted phsyics and the space-time contiuum, I cannot be two places at once. Please wait for a cosmic shift and try your call again.
Returned your background to it's original glory. Apologies for marring this work of art.
As written during a bout of insomnia at 2:58 in the freakin' morning,
Dan
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