I want a livejournal.
I've had an account since I was about 13.
I just abandoned it.

Sometimes you just need to speak, even if it's to yourself, you just need to write the fuck down whatever is on your mind.

Considering I'm doing multimedia in college, you would believe I would have alot of artwork toput up here. I DO, actually. I have ALOT. I'm lazy though, so typing some stuff out is less effort. Besides, I write more.

Lately I am craving some fucking privacy alot. Thing is, it's great to chill on your own for a while. Exactly, a while. After a day, I NEED to get out of the house and interact with people. I used to be able to spend days on end in my room playing video games, when I was 16, even. Now, I can't stand it for more than a while. I feel like I'm 'missing out'.

Every fucking thing, every action, every THOUGHT in the whole entire world has some sort of motive.

Focusing on someone elses' faults are going to cloud up seeing your own and improving.

Not looking for something usually results in something you want hitting you right centre in the face.

YOU WILL GET NOWHERE IF YOU JUST STAY STILL.

Do I really care if you loath yourself at the moment, when you don't care about my problems? When I ask about YOUR day, I genuingly want to know about your day. If you're sad, I genuingly want to know why and want to help you. When you ask me, it's small talk. I'm not asking anymore anyway, you piss me off. I'm so unbelievably better than you. Similiar though we are, I am an improved you. Not to sound arrogant, but it's fucking obvious.

My friends are in uni. Sometimes I think that I'm stupid for not going this year, other times I think that it was a good choice. I'm stuck between moving far away or close.

I hate how stuff that happens in my life EFFECTS a whole sequence of events, ultimately fucking up my order of stuff because those other things are on my mind instead.

Not that I have an order, I'm so unorganised.

I REALLY HATE BEING disturbed when I'm doing something. It pisses me off to no end. It is so fucking rude. I was in work on Sunday, in my own clothes, earphones, clearly not working - just putting labels out. Earphones blasting, btw. Customers wave their hands in front of my face, tap me, stand right in front of me, follow me to ask me something. For my reaction, I'm assuming they now find me pretty damn rude. Don't bother me when I'm busy. Word.