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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

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Okay. Lately, cosplaying has been a really major thing with me. I've been thinking about cosplaying practically everyday since my Muses have all decided to boycott my brain. So I shall have a list of the characters I want to cosplay.

1. Ulqiorra from Bleach
2. Nekozawa from Ouran
3. The half-assed guy whose name I can't remember from the Fourth Squad from Bleach
4. Dabitto of JasDebi from DGM

So far its just these guys. And it's gonna be hard to do them well but I shall try my best when the day that I can cosplay them comes. Go me!

I'm Confused|Tuesday, March 24, 2009|

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Monday, March 16, 2009

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I wish you would quit guilt tripping me because I feel like I'm dying inside while trying to keep up a smile.

I wish you would stop asking me to do things way beyond my abilities because I don't know how to tell you no.

I wish you would stop forcing me to go there because I really hate being there.

I wish you would just understand because you're supposed to be close to me.

I wish you would try to consider my feelings because I do have feelings.

I wish you would stop bugging me because I have a life of my own, almost non existant as it already is.

If wishes were money, I'd be so filthy rich.

Is it a fact that since my exams are over, I don't need to have time of my own?

Mornings, dragged there at 8 to do stuff that I don't understand.
Every dawn, hoping and praying that perhaps, just maybe, I don't have to go
or hopefully, you will forget about me and leave.

There I do the things you ask me to.
Go to the toilet for the 10th time and dawdle there.
Watch the clock, hoping it would be 6 pm already.

Evenings, dinner.
Bug me about my table, the clothes, reading chinese crap to her.
I'm so free you see. So I have to do this and that.
Put down whatever I am doing to go do the things you ask me to.

And still that miserable attempt to smile.

From the moment I wake up to the precious precious time that I go to sleep.
Respite.
The blissful solitary sanctuary of my mind.

Then the whole fucking cycle starts again.

Look forward to Fridays when I can escape from that place and you.
Weekends when I get a little more time to myself.

One more interminable month to freedom.

Time passes so slowly. I feel like dying.

I mean, crying. Really.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

I'm Confused|Monday, March 16, 2009|

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

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I'm bored and rotting and DAMN MOE FOR SCRAPPING THE 3 MONTH JC THING AND LEAVING ME WITH SHIT LOADS OF UNCERTAINTIES.

I'm Confused|Tuesday, March 10, 2009|

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Monday, March 02, 2009

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I feel super pissed and therefore I am posting.

First off. I just wasted 6 irretreiveable hours of my life rotting in R******M****** (I'm a bitch but not that bitchy.)

Out of the 6, 4 were spent doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING PRODUCTIVE WHILE WAITING FOR AN OLD GEEZER TO ASK ME QUESTIONS THAT I COULD HAVE ASKED AND ANSWERED MYSELF, AND FOR THE SAID OLD GEEZER TO SIGN ON A STUPID SCRAP OF PAPER.

TWO FUCKING HOURS, MY FOOT AND OTHER NOT SO PLEASANT PARTS OF THE HUMAN BODY.

The nurse who said that should give me a fucking refund while I go kick the shit out of something.

And don't tell me I should go for anger management courses.

There were many breakable things in the stupid place where I was rotting and I broke none of them.

I'm Confused|Monday, March 02, 2009|

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