Paranoid much?

Maybe I am a little bit too paranoid when it comes to boys, or girls or people in general. I have these crazy conspiracy theories going on whenever I talk to someone, or someone talks about someone else. I am still contemplating if this is the 'you should freaking go to the doctor' level or a less serious 'just get out of your house already' kind of thing. I am sensing it is the latter but you know you can never be sure.

Feels like the blog is getting crappier, day by day. I mean I used to write manageable, bearable stuff with a slight humorous slice to it but lately all I feel is 'DEPRESSING' . Yeah like that Big Fat Letters moaning at me from every word I write down, and I feel like if I don't do it porperly I might as well stop.

But then again I know myself enough by now(at the glorious age of soon to be 22) that I will always need a platform where I can jibber jabber about my days, and frankly speaking this seems way better than A, talking to an actual person who would grow tired of me in no seconds B, having an actual diary pointlessly filled with terrible handwriting. I get the concept of the diary but I like to be a modern girl and not wasting paper on my thoughts.

However if a great idea for a book comes to me I'll make sure I start my awesome career with filling a diary with the book.

Until the big revelation though, let's just keep up the good work, don't go crazy, finish school and have a little fun while taking on the world.

Conquer it all!

Said...someone. I am sure someone did. Gosh I am not even original. I guess that's the tragedy of everyone. Nothing is new, unless it is yet to be discovered by your own mind.

I have been feeling like this all day: I am tired of listening to myself, so I started to wonder how others feel. My poor mom, she has to get through my crap all day. Sorry Mom, really.


Speaking of Mom Mother's Day is around the corner and I should come up with a pretty cool idea for her. Jeez I miss those times when a creepy drawing of a flower and a poem was enough to impress my mom.

Good ol' days.

Off to dreamland now, or at least to a more productive day tomorrow with my first official Blood Donation.

gooodniight~

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