Fuck off, Mitch, I hate you.


Happy Birthdate.

Kablooey.

I need to work even harder,
so I can find out how to turn either my brain or my emotions off.

HUZZAH, FINALS.

You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.

I enjoy being angry, though.

The day's not been ruined, but surely, I know better now.


Hah. What a pretentious cunt.

HEY. HOW ARE YOU?

Day has been ruined.

Good job.

I thought I'd let you know.

I do not like eggs in the file.

I do not like them in any style.

Screw you, epic movies.

Screw you, bit of information that will cause more trouble than it should.
Screw you, time, not the concept of the time, but time itself for being so slow when I want you to be fast.
Screw you, COBRA!

Identity Crisis 2.0

This is the second time in my life that I seem to have problems finding out what I really want.
And hey, have my old ambitions got me anywhere? Other than Canada, that is, and in university.

'cause I'm certainly not as happy as I hoped I would be.
So, I'm definitely doing something right, and something wrong. Some of my ways are wrong, as they do not lead to my happiness.
It's time to get egoistical up in here. I want to be really happy, however, with that notion of what really makes me me - ending up spreading that cheer.

But I also got my spine back. Time to make use of it.