Because sometimes, all I need is escape.
There are many things I want to talk about today. Seeing as I'm in my writing mood;
- I made a playlist for moments when I'm feeling emo or depressed, be it with a decent reason or no reason at all.
And I feel like such a hypocrite. 'Cause I just tweeted how depressed some people despite them still being at the age of 15. I mean, you can still get a child's ticket in England when you're 15. And you make it seem as if you have more problems than a divorced woman twice your age. Seriously? Yvonne said, maybe we're not exposed enough. I think we're exposed to decent things. They may not be productive or beneficial for our near future, but at least it doesn't get us depressed as fuck.
- Father said the police might come and snatch my laptop away.
I sort of wish it won't happen, but I sort of wish it does. Because if it gets taken away, means all the things that I've saved on this computer will be lost, like all my files since I was 9 up to 12 when my dad formatted the computer about a year ago. I guess it helps me find closure. I tend to get attached to insignificant things, even though the story behind it is pathetic.
But then, if it gets taken away, he promised to get me a new laptop. This means I'll have a chance to get Windows 7. So I'll be able to get a SonyPro or whatever and I can make videos and make my ships happen.
- I honestly wish I'd have enough motivation to make myself write in a neater penmanship. I'm inspired by Nicole & Yisian.
Because I almost never finish what I start. I'd get motivated at first, but it will fade rather fast. I'm worried I might have commitment issues, and I make up excuses. I swear, I'm gonna become my own Jekyll & Hyde soon enough.
That wasn't much, was it?
So today, during agama, since I finished early - because I didn't know half the answers - I was forced to entertain myself for an hour and a half. This resulted in my question paper being covered with 59 confessions I've wanted to say face-to-face. I would, but it's too harsh. And if they listen to me, then there would be nothing distinctive about them.
This, I noticed, also means that my level of tolerance has decreased to, uhh, almost nothing. I should realise that nobody's perfect and everyone's going to have more than 1 trait that I'll dislike. It's in everyone.
God, I hate being hot-tempered and easily annoyed.
Je vous aime, mon chéri. Je le veux dire. ♥