18goodness gracious
What an angsty teen I was! I hope all that’s over, reading over all that was not fun. It’s amazing how much people can change in a short amount of time. And it’s also amazing how quickly a year goes by. Have a nice picture of a one-legged kangaroo:
I think it’s shooped but whatevs. I had a dream that I was a snake running away from a bear, so I slithered and hid in the bushes. And after that, while I was on my merry way, a crocodile in hiding quicksand tried to get me but I slither quickly so it was fine. Then the bear turned into a man and started chasing me, so my subconscious decides that the BEST thing to turn into in this situation would be a one-legged kangaroo. Ridiculous. So I’m hopping for my life, and I know the man will catch and do something horrible to me, so I decide to hop onto the freeway and get hit by a truck.
I really should stop hitting that night cheese.
BAHAHAHAHA
Just read my last post. Oh Kat, you silly silly fool. All boys are retards at this age, the only way to defeat their general idiocy regarding girls is to become their friend. My dude friends are all great, but as soon as you transcend from platonic into anything vaguely sexual they WILL eventually treat you like shit and you WILL eventually become a possession or a burden. So, bros before hoes. I’d rather be a bro any day. And if I don’t get cuddles sometimes, well, maybe it’s a good thing that I’m deprived of it. Do I really want to depend on someone like that? When I think about it, nah, I really don’t.
so,
I have a boyfriend now. It’s freakin’ me out. He’s really nice to me, and the way he looks at me all happy-like makes my heart do funny things and I become 13 again, all embarassed and self-conscious. I am constantly worried something’s going to go wrong though, I can’t shake the feeling that one day soon he’ll wake up and realise I’m not that pretty, or that he’s still madly in love with his ex, or that he could have anyone in the world and I’m not that special. But for now, oh god, the way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the best person in the world.
so fucking grumpy
Stop being shit, you stupid, selfish, immature little shits. Not even directed at a particular person, eventhough a few spring to mind. Seriously. Stop. Being. Shit. The end. Yeah, it’s that fucking simple. Just don’t go around purposely hurting people, deliberately manipulating and general social climbing. Fuck the fuck off, I hope you all die alone and in a great deal of pain.
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more pooey things
I guess it’s ok, and good even, that everyone likes you better. Some people like me better too, I guess. Man, I need to stop getting stoned. I was far happier in the two weeks I didn’t smoke. But oh my, hello. Cringe. Facepalm. Death. Trying to think of suitable codenames but I can’t. Ok, so, Soup, Pee, Bed and um. Awesome. And also, Soulface. What a strange and wondrously eye-opening week.
I like the friends I like because even if you’re coming down with them they won’t make you feel bad. It’s easy to be friends while you’re high. I don’t know, I just feel jealous and sad and lacking now. Hurhhh. Make like I’m a metcard and validate me. Ah that’s so pathetic, I’m just going to go to bed and hope fully feel better in the morning. I miss living with someone I could forcefully wake up and talk to, and have them still like me. So much awesomeness, I’m going to be the godmother of his babies.
Why didn’t I keep going with the guitar ages ago! This is awesome, learning stuff. Seeing results pretty quickly. Oh uni, why must you be now!
