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Thursday, March 29, 2012

I'll bet I sound completely retarded here but it doesn't matter.
I always regret the things I say in approximately a week, so.

People never know what I want. On all levels.
From the superficial, I never get what I want for my birthday, Christmas, anything.
It's always something stupid that I just want to throw or give away, but don't, because they're gifts, and doing that is just... it's mean. And ungrateful.

And before I continue on this rant I'd like to say that I am very grateful for a lot of things, but I think as a human being with legit feelings and legit rights, I'm allowed to complain too.

On a deeper level, people never know what I want from them.
As in, they can't read my minds, which I shouldn't make a big deal because they aren't mind readers
And I'm fine with that,
BUT WHY CAN THEY READ EVERYONE ELSE'S MINDS?!?!

If no one could read anyone's minds I wouldn't be making a fuss,
but really?
I see friends who always know what their friends are thinking, people always giving other people what they want or wish for or need
And what do I get? A whole string of obligations. SERIOUSLY
Sometimes I feel like being a complete desperado by just accepting what people are obliged to give, because although they don't want to, at least I'm getting something.
Yes I'm godawfully pathetic, but you can't say anything in defense because I'm super sure you don't know what I want either.

YES I KNOW WHAT I WANT, AND YES I WOULD VOICE IT OUT,
but why must I be the one doing it while others get their minds read for them?
It's so unfair.
If I had to voice out everything I want people are just going to think I'm self-indulgent and greedy and all that. Well so are you, but you don't have to voice it out because there's someone else who can read your mind and fulfill your wish anyway.

Seriously the family and friends I have, I love them but life with them is extremely painful
I'm like magneto with the helmet, and no one can penetrate into my thoughts. Not like they'd bother too.
But you have no idea how isolated this makes me feel.
No you don't, because someone can read your mind.


♡V

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I find it funny and sad that I get like, 1 view per month for my blog and ZD gets 200++ weekly. Or daily. I shit thee not.

Anyway it's not like I blog anymore, since I've decided that memories are irrelevant and what matters is the present. I kid I kid.
Whatever.

My blog shall now be the place where I type out my plan of action for the day, whenever I feel like it.

Like now:
CAS reflections first
then IPP and ToK after that if possible.
Or maybe I'll just reward myself with Modern Family.
Shall ask my brother first.

This is like the nerdy side of me tweeting. Except that I'm so nerdy I'm blogging instead. Yup.
I'm doing this because I like telling the world allllll about my life and it also helps me keep focus.
I have stickies to tell me what to do, but I don't want to put it in order because it's too official that way.
Hence zees blog.
Also because I'm self-indulgent and want people to retweet me all the time and no one will retweet my plan of action. Hence, it is useless to twitterverse, and shall stay to nooby old blogger.
Sorry blogger.

by the way, I am quite cool, if you're willing to check out the twitter feed at the side of this page.
@vhickles
Full of angst, but hell, why tweet if you're high and happy right


♡V