I. Am. So. Happy. That. I. Finally. Almost. Got. It.
I have uploaded this until I get a version that is error free but FLIP YES. Oh, I also just noticed that this features me snapping my fingers (it’s what I do to calm down) and groaning in annoyance at myself. So please just enjoy life because of that.
BE MY ESCAPE - RELIENT K (piano cover)
Hey, this is pretty cool! I love piano/string quartet covers of anything.
(Great job, by the way. I could never make such few mistakes . =/)
I wanna see how “poetic” and wholly dramatic people get about love & heartbreak. (Eh, the feelings and emotions behind the secret may be real, but the representation of it in words seems to make it less so… Or just emphasizes how much we need to rethink things like this…)
As magical unicorn gpoo said…
[23:08] rish: LOL [23:08] rish: love [23:09] gpoo: love is a lie [23:09] gpoo: wow [23:09] gpoo: wow that’s [23:09] gpoo: extremely depressing [23:09] gpoo: dang
I finally did the very first paper we were supposed to do for our baby project.
Questions were like, “What character traits do you want your child to have?” and “Good experiences? Bad experiences?” and “What will your child do to support him/herself?” and “What goals and dreams will your child have?”
After I answered everything, while my sister was watching Disney channel, I looked back and realized that everything is sort of a reflection of all I want to/wanted to/wished I could be.
My child is messed up. I don’t want anyone in the world to know about her.
When you linked me, (which I so happily thank you for doing =D and am so sorry I only saw it now at some ungodly hour) why in the world did you tag it “Steak,” hmm? Reblog response, or answer the question in the space provided?
[22:06] him: hey you’re on [22:06] me: hey yeah, wtf do you want?
(truth: i kind of wanted that to hurt.)
[22:09] him: lol you’re swearing now. my job is dodne [22:09] him: done [22:09] him: nothing [22:09] him: i just said if i need you to [22:09] him: please come online
(truth: it kills me to think that it probably didn’t. …ok, “kills” is an exaggeration.)
[22:18] me: oh… [22:19] me: well i’m online, haha, here to be everyone’s homework slave if they wish it be… [22:20] him: lol
(truth: i don’t want to be mean to anyone, no matter how much of a friend of utility i am. i’m a slave because i want to be and because that is my nature, to like the attention of others and to submit to their calls for help and whatnot, no matter how badly i am treated. besides, i felt guilty. besides, the way he broke apart “i just said if i need you to please come online” really tugged at me and made me feel like a super mean person. i have no idea why.)
truth: the last line of the last truth is a lie. in hindsight, i always know why i feel a certain way.
HOPE: I hope that this doesn’t make sense and only truly a select few. I hope that I will find someone who will do the analyzing for me, instead of me always doing it for myself. (I want someone who will understand me just about as well as I understand myself, or at least has the ability and the potential to be able to). I hope that this all goes away. I hope that someday soon, I will have the self-control to follow the mental guidelines and promises that I’m setting for myself. I hope that I never have to look at your face again. I think that’s impossible.
I will find happiness, goshdarnit, whether or not my body built on habit is willing to or not. Ima post this line again. Seperately. Sometime soon. Maybe. Probably. Why the heck am I still awake?
Today, my mother told me she’s disappointed in me for not going to a better college, and that if I was in the top ten of my class that the rest of those ten must be really dumb. Fact is, I threw away the acceptance letters to Carnegie Mellon and Cornell because I didn’t want her to have to pay. FML
9212.) In greek mythology, it's said that humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them apart and condemned then to spend their whole lives searching for their missing halves. I think I've found you.
That’s amazing, especially because the numbers match.
I feel like I should’ve at least thought about it more today, or have done something to celebrate it. This is huge. 50 years is a long period of time. There was a lot that went into it. I should be very thankful. I am. I’m glad to be here now. I just wish that things would get better.
Goodnight, Tumblr. I’m cutting it close to tomorrow…