Excuse me, but...

You think we're just going to run away together, holding hands, skipping happily into the sunset and leave you here to rot?
U-huh. Yep.

Think again, honey.

:(

I want the old you back. Please come back.

What the hell?

Some people just do NOT change. Like, honeslty. The things they say just ANNOY you to the max. I'm probably one of these people, but this is my blog, so fuck off :D
So yeah, I want to aim this at one person in particular. This person is very close to me, and just talking to them... I feel like I'm a 13 year old in a boy crisis. They're just SO immature in the way they handle problems. And I know it's bad, but it annoys me that they turn to God. That they think God is almighty and will solve every problem they have. And I know it's their upbringing and how they were raised to think, but FUCK, it's not all up to GOD. It annoys me that they trick people. That they don't think of consequences at ALL. Their problems aren't even that bad compared to other people. Why can't they just move on from things that don't matter? Just face the inevitable: "honey, it's not gonna happen".
...
ugh... HE LIKES THE OTHER GIRL, NOT YOU- GET OVER IT.



Sorry... but this shit has been going on for too long >=( And honey, God can't change his mind. You're not where he is, he's not going to wait years at a time to see you, because no matter how strong your connection was, he's a teenager, and wants to have fun, not get tied down by someone emotionally unstable, and not in the same country as him.

And just...stop dramatising little...LITTLE UNIMPORTANT THINGS. God I can't believe how I can handle talking to you so much.

JUST

PLEASE

STOP

thanks.

Spin me around again

My mind and life, I think, are a lot like my bedroom.
There are some parts of it that is just cluttered with junk and information, most of it not even needed.
Other parts are empty and untouched, and will either remain like that or be replaced with something I'll get bored of quickly, or won't like.
Some parts are strange and interesting, some are just there for show.
If people come over, they tend to hang out in my room. I think it has a nice feel to it, with the green walls. Relaxed.
Just like in my life, there are people that just like to hang around, and I don't mind. I like having them there, as long as they don't make a mess. Though usually they do, and I'm left to clean it up. Not that I mind.
There are some things in my room that are really old, which I think might contribute to the way I think and feel sometimes..
I'm a person that will keep awards, birthday cards, train tickets.. anything that triggers a memory. And I normally have this stuff lying around or blue-tacked to the wall, just like my memories, randomly popping up, hanging around for a bit, or blue-tacked to my brain and refusing to leave the wall of my thoughts.
Now for my chair. This chair has been around as long as I've been around. It's been broken, fixed and housed my ass for as long as I can remember. I think the chair represents my conscience. It's as old as I am, it's broken when I don't listen to it, fixed when I correct my wrongs, and has put up with my crap for the best of 16 years.
But yeah, my room isn't perfect. The walls aren't even, and I'm pretty sure it was haunted at one point. But then again, I'm not perfect and neither is my life so there you go =P

Don't jinx it D=

hmm...things seem to be going well and smooth as of late... just waiting for something to fuck it up =D