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?
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.