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Thursday, June 27, 2013
just a phase



I decided to start blogging again because I feel like I haven't exhaled my bullshit enough, and I don't think Tweeting helps much, because I worry that I might be annoying a lot of people, and I know they're annoyed, especially when I start flooding their feed. This introvert's got a lot of fucked up things on her mind, constantly over-thinking unnecessary little shitlings dancing around her brain. And her friends are all somewhere-else, too, so that doesn't fucking help. Doesn't fucking help at all. I miss you guys, what the frick!!! :-(

So I've been feeling super fucked up recently because of something. And it's pissing me off because I usually just.... ignore it and I'd eventually forget about it and it goes away. I don't like talking about it, I like to run away from problems. Such a wonderful way to live, I know.

Blah blah blah but oh look, that annoying guy on the Travel channel is learning to make sushi! Must.watch.

I don't like that you've got me all figured out.

So please, be my guest and get the fuck away from me because..... I..... I.... you make me feel psychotic. And I'd like to thank you. I was doing fine with life and shit, you know, and you just had to.......rihhshfsdjkfkjsdgs fuck it all up. Aaaaand I'm overthinking. I like blaming other people, don't I? Ksughskdjhkjsdhfksdgjhbgyurfyfuarbfuwuwefhjbsjfbsdhj ejgbsdju sgusduigejwbg sjgusduewfsjgwjheej. Ahh, that felt good. But not satisfying... yet. Ugh I don't know what else I should do.

Okay. Bye.