Qwertyuiopasdfgish.

[Insert swear word(s).]

I think from this moment onwards till the very tinyminipunyexactminiscule second the clock strikes twelve on one-one-one-oh, i will be fretting over how to spend life to the fullest for the remaining 260 or so days. It's not that long j00 see?! As P.O. said, January is almost over. And wot with every year passing extremely quickly when you're 20. Shut up already.

Yeah i seriously don't wanna think about this but it keeps popping up. Guess it'll last until the day itself. And wdv, it's nightime, the influx-of-thoughts-good-or-bad-useful-or-useless time. Pfft.

This topic has seriously become an everyday subject over meals in school, like oh-look-at-that-long-haired-hottie kind of way.

Well i guess it's a common problem. Look at my brother. 22 this year, young twenties. Next year, can still make the margin. And the following, MID TWENTIES LIKE OH-EMM-GEE. And he said it himself. Well at least i got this only consolation.

Eh look i seriously don't need the '1990' to prove my extreme wit/matured brain/cool mentality. Screw you whoever invented age. Blarh.

Oh and wossup with 'age groups'. CATERGORISED CATEGORISED DISCRIMINATION! So 18 is officially the end of teenage life. And we move on to young adult. Daaaaaaaaang it i should stop doing emo/dark VPEss posters. Affects m0isxz adversely. Yeah as i was saying, and, ee like three years only before you throw a giant, seven-hundred-bucks, a-thousand-guests, preferrably-at-a-chalet(based on bro's but $700 ain't exactly true tyvm) birthday party to celebrate your OFFICIAL(that's the hardest thing to say but it makes you accept everything, reluctantly or not) walk into adulthood. AWE-KICKASS-SOME.

BAMWHAMBANG 16-17 is seriously the Time of Everyone's Life. Shit what will happen to excuses for teen angsts and sudden mood swings or explicit emo-ness? OH-MY-HOOBLEWHAMMYTWANGINGSHEEP this is so gonna snap me into twothreefour.

I see i am getting incoherent, many thanks to Level 5 Art Studio as well.

And wth MCR's 'Cancer' always plays at very appropriate times. It's a curse i tell j00.

And dang i should be drawing figures.

But.

Like eee who can imagine himself/herself being a TWENTY-YEAR-OLD like that. TWO YEARS TWO YEARS! Gah. Shut out the thoughts, thyself. Who am i telling this overly-spun, horrendous, GIGANTIC lie to. Man.

To hell with new year resolutions. GO.EAT.SHIT.

:(

Doifrigginglyfuggingfreakeneffingneedtoexplainanyfurther.

On a sidenote.

For those of the same age, may we find happiness in the x months to goodbye(sounds morbid but i am so very serious and solemn about this alright).

For those who are young and alive, enjoy and don't gloat please tyvm. Your graceful efforts will be eternally and mortally remembered and cherished.


[Begs my other (rational) self to return.]


Humblest apologies.

For any inconvenience/suicidal thoughts/depressed moods caused.

TOOT. TOOOOOOOOOOT. TOOT.TOOOOO-TOOT.(overlap/intrusion, see?)

And the (censored) vulgarities as well.


"You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya

So go, go away, just go, run, run away.
But where did you run to? And where did you hide?
Go find another way, price you pay"

- My Chemical Romance 'Disenchanted'


Another thing to mull over.

Let's see how far we've come/we'll go.

What the cowly crap hell can we do with shit school life.

Gawpinggawdnessthisbullshitismentallyandphysicallydraining.


Lord Zedious can't save me now, and peas will not be with me.

EFFING SHIT.


I SAID PARDON THE VULGARITIES PLEASE.

After all this is not a place for the general public right. :]


Please tell me you sensed the cold hard fakeness in that smile.


I know. My rational self just isn't powerful enough. Suppress, erase, replace.