I’ve moved

Before you criticize the family on what it has NOT given you, think about what you have TAKEN from it. Stop blaming them for every single thing, and then accuse them for harbouring a “victimised” mindset and their “flawed” parenting that made you miss out on, what, every fucking opportunity there was in the fucking world. It’s not like you were around much anyway.

So, just admit that you are wrong. Admit to the right people, say you are sorry to actual people who MATTER, instead of crying out to some PRESENCE who might not even exist anyway. Even if it does to you, so what if HE forgives you? Does that right any wrongs you have done to these people?

I am so mad right now, seriously, I think I have lost all the respect I have for you. I used to look up to you, and if what you did was true, and you can’t offer a good enough explanation for what you did but to go back to the “it’s their fault, not mine. They brought me up this way and so (insert current situation)” standby, please FUCK OFF

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I have been so stressed recently I keep blogging.

There’s really a hell lot to do but there’s not many days left to exploit out of recess week. I just thought of a super solution to this: Sleep less, smile more.

Let’s hope that works. lol.

I don’t know why I cared enough to feel stung by what you said. But the only reason I can think of really scares me.

Not again. Please.

Life is gonna suck from this week onwards as the multiple assignment deadlines loom near. Gosh, 5 weeks just zoomed past like that. And the best part is that I have something on every single day of the week. Sometimes, two activities in a day. Aweeeesome.

It’s really time to quit playing SGS, but really if I were to graduate this semester, shouldn’t I try to enjoy varsity life as much as possible? ie. Hanging out at campus and not studying

But sometimes. -.

Oh well, at least I’m busy. Instead of being angsty over some silly issue. With the exception of these two days because of my period. And cramps. Smacked right on the night of Rachael Yamagata’s concert… WHICH WAS FREAKING AWESOME BTW. Even though we were LATE (well, not really, we were waiting for a friend) and missed the first two songs, one of which was BE BE YOUR LOVE  but oh well she sang almost all of my favourite songs, including SUNDAY AFTERNOON, which I cannot stop listening to now. It’s one of those songs that makes you want to slit your wrist and drink your own blood, but that isn’t really the main reason why I love it. I love the images from the lyrics, the melody, the poignant pauses, the mounting of the emotions and her husky vocals that seams everything together.

It’s nearly 12! Time to start on Measure for Measure and get a decent outline before meeting DARK MOVEMENT on wednesday. Hahahha I’m kinda excited and rather intimidated though cos he has a freaking tattoo. I’ve always wanted to talk to people with tattoos because there’s usually a story behind every tattoo. Especially if it’s some weird looking photo instead of a QUOTE. No prizes for guessing who :p

The soles of my favourite pumps came off on the way home today

Can’t stop thinking of

“Fuck” is merely a quantifier

From some guy who commented on the youtube video:

As a man who takes himself seriously not only as a musician but as a human being, Damien says the phrase “fuck you” out of defeat, out of admission of being completely fed up with the shit this girl puts him through. After four years, I feel the same. Being cast aside, the blatant disregard, the lack of common respect … these feelings are easy to cultivate. Saying fuck you is not vulgar in this regard. It’s honesty. It’s the admission of your breaking point.

roguesxandxgrenades

Well said.

When will the pain ever stop?