I rant in it.
Obviously.
Any what not, here's some of the awesomer parts:
I love the stars.... even as we see them being born before our very eyes, they could, in reality, be burning out and dieing.... even as they die, they still give us the light to see the way home.
The old oak tree, with his many stories to tell, but none with the time, nor the knowledge to listen to them. The languages of the trees have been so long forgotten by our kind, that very few have ever heard of us being able to speak to them.
Why can't everything be as simple as writing? For it is only with a pen in my hand and words in my fingers that I ever know what I truly want....
I don't like the rain. Or water, for that matter. It feels suffocating; life-draining. Like it's eating at my very soul.
I don't like the dark.... probably the solitude of it. The dark makes me feel alone.
And I don't like being alone. I always feel as though there's someone there; someone who's not meant to be.
I don't like coffee creamer. It's a crime to use it. It's VILE.
I don't like tall people. I always feel as though I'm going to be stepped on.
And I like being short. 'Sept the part where my face gets pressed into Rushi's boobs whenever she hugs me.
....Fractions are easy. But not to spell. Too many letters.
I don't like circles. THEY HAVE NO STRAIGHT LINES.
I hate gluecumbers (cucumbers, for those of you who aren't in on the joke). They have no flavor. I love them.
I don't like punctuation. Whoever said that I need to take a breath there needs to go die in a hole.
Straight people scare me a bit. Just a bit. Which is funny, because I am straight,though most people I know aren't sure.
And cats scare the s*** out of me.
H.W.I.H.W.T.U-M.H. (if you know who that is, then I count you as a close friend.) came over for Tues bbq the other day. And brought a friend.
THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD.
Gods, I hate him.
The old oak tree, with his many stories to tell, but none with the time, nor the knowledge to listen to them. The languages of the trees have been so long forgotten by our kind, that very few have ever heard of us being able to speak to them.
Why can't everything be as simple as writing? For it is only with a pen in my hand and words in my fingers that I ever know what I truly want....
I don't like the rain. Or water, for that matter. It feels suffocating; life-draining. Like it's eating at my very soul.
I don't like the dark.... probably the solitude of it. The dark makes me feel alone.
And I don't like being alone. I always feel as though there's someone there; someone who's not meant to be.
I don't like coffee creamer. It's a crime to use it. It's VILE.
I don't like tall people. I always feel as though I'm going to be stepped on.
And I like being short. 'Sept the part where my face gets pressed into Rushi's boobs whenever she hugs me.
....Fractions are easy. But not to spell. Too many letters.
I don't like circles. THEY HAVE NO STRAIGHT LINES.
I hate gluecumbers (cucumbers, for those of you who aren't in on the joke). They have no flavor. I love them.
I don't like punctuation. Whoever said that I need to take a breath there needs to go die in a hole.
Straight people scare me a bit. Just a bit. Which is funny, because I am straight,though most people I know aren't sure.
And cats scare the s*** out of me.
H.W.I.H.W.T.U-M.H. (if you know who that is, then I count you as a close friend.) came over for Tues bbq the other day. And brought a friend.
THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD.
Gods, I hate him.
