I am bored and unhappy

I am so bored and unhappy, you can not even comprehend. Well, maybe you can. I don’t know.

I spent the morning reading Encyclopedia Dramatica again.

I seem to have managed to alienate all of my firends, both on line and offline.

Christmas is coming. I hate christmas. I’m not expecting any presents this year. NOt even from my fucking live in boyfriend. Not like I care. Not like anything I get has any meaning or value to me ten minutes later.

I’m up to date with Naruto in Japan now. I hate filler episodes.

I rewatched slayers next.

I questioned myself. Who am I? what do I believe?

Nothing. Anything.

I’m special godamnit.

LOOK AT HOW FUCKING SPECIAL I AM!!

I like the idea of being able to read your mind, but I don’t really believe I can do it.

Screw being a reincarnation. I want to be REINCARNATED. I want to die and wake up a wizard. I want to die and wake up normal.

I want to die.

OH NOES LJ DRAMA!!112shift+1!!

I want to write stream of conciousness journals until my eyeballs fall out of their sockets.

I want to read a really good book.

I want people to respect me.

LOOK AT HOW SPECIAL I AM!

I am a paranormal investigator.

I am an idigo child.

I am an otherkin

I am an Agent.

I am darkness, I am the night.

I AM INSANE.

I wish to god I wan’t so sane.

I want to believe.

Somebody give me some proof.

I want to believe that I’m special.

I don’t want to be sophisticated and jaded anymore.