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Friday, April 20, 2007
[bitchy-ness]
I'm not insensitive. Hell, I'm the most emotional (not EMO, that's just crap) person you'll ever know, only I can't really relay it quite the "right" way, so it comes out as an outburst of incomprehensible words and actions, mostly whatever makes people perceive me as anything but a crybaby. Well, I don't cry, so maybe I'm not, but THAT doesn't mean that I can't feel whatever anyone throws to my direction, I just can't catch it quite well, so it either sears through me, and may seemingly be ignored (but really duly noted), or I just don't really give a damn about whatever it is, so it'll disintegrate even before it gets near a proximity of 1 mile.
I can also bitch about anything I want, so if anyone ever really got me to that point where my patience and passiveness has worn thin, please, run the hell away, or you'll really suffer frostbite. I don't care what the hell happens, whether it affects anyone, or hardly changes anything, but to those who will cross me after I rant about whatever, FUCK OFF. You don't have time to understand me, fine, it's not like I'm asking you to. Just don't start jabbing me with fearless and senseless antics, 'cause really, if there's one thing I hate in this world, it's fucking messing me up in front of people. I don't care if I get laughed at by people I hardly know, I can give them a shrug and they'll learn to shut the hell up. But when I'm around other people I know, especially when that someone who spikes stabs at me hardly knows the people I'm with, inside me, I'm yearning to choke you to death. As in really, choke. You. To. Death. I can dream too you know, and pretty much about anything, and killing anyone in any of those dreams is easy. Doing it might not be as easy, but I can trip you down 3 flights of stairs when I want to, and no one will ever know I did it. Be scared, be very scared.
[/bitchy-ness]
smiled at the sun again @ 8:06 PM,
