time of upheaval

Life hasn't been treating me good lately, and don't I know it. Things have become really stupid, but I'm not going to fall on my knees and say it's all my fault. It's beautifully stunning how childish some people can get. Oh well. No big loss.

I shall tell you what is a big loss. A big loss is something that cannot be controlled, as is something that you majorly fucked up. It rubs that fact into your face everyday and makes you feel ten times worse. Now, that, is definitely my fault. It's like an allergy. The more you're exposed to it, the worse it feels.

And there's a debaet against those Barker gays tomorrow. Tomorrow, our fate will be decided. OH well. If we lose, I shall never show my ugly, pathetic, mirror-shattering face again.

hopeless

I'm never going to be able to do this. It's the feeling when the whole world, human and divine, is ganging up on your puny little self. It's the feeling that you're a slug about to melt in a cooking pot. Is it so hard?