This is my alternate reality where I allow myself to feel and become whatever I want and want to be, respectively. It's my personal space. Because a shrink is too expensive to handle issues.
I seem to have a personality that no description box could contain. I surprise myself everyday.
It just happens… They can crush your heart, step on your soul and make you feel absolutely worthless, yet you couldn’t love anyone else on this planet more than that one significant person. The “one.” The one that makes you feel a certain way, a unique way that you’ve never felt before, and despite all the fights, as hard as you try you can’t let them go.
It’s true then. The one where they say that the colors you see in a photo on your MacBook or anything created by Apple won’t be as vibrant as when you view them using a Windows-operated device.
I currently use an eleven-inch MacBook Air at home and I actually thought my photos look so great and all that blah after I process them. But after I viewed them today using someone else’s laptop with Windows 7, I actually got disappointed.
Or maybe I’m being too hard on myself because I have pretty high (and stupid) standards for everything around me.
You there with the greasy toupee and a mustache that makes you look like you just puberty! How dare you walk away from your task of taking me home today? Just because your mom’s the boss doesn’t mean you can act like how you did today. I mean, we all know how lazy you are. But I didn’t think you were that lazy. Sure, let’s say you had to work out today. But couldn’t you wait until I was done so you could take me home before you hit the freakin’ gym?
You know what, I hope for your sake that you get the body that you’ve been workin’ on. Because your face just looks so awful that no one could dare look at you. At least, when you’ll get some muscle on, there will be hope for you and your plain boring life.
I don’t mind walking my way home though. It’s fine. But I still hate you for abandoning me like that. I hate you so much right now. And even though we’re not talking to each other, don’t expect that to change. You’re nothing but a boy with serious mommy issues.
“Hey, let’s be friends. I’ll get your hopes up and make you think I like you. And when you get emotionally attached to me, I’ll disappear like thin air as if we never met and you’ll never hear from me again.”