I hate the world of the internet. I hate these journals and I hate posting stuff for people to stare at and make their own silent judgements. But I keep doing it, and for what? Because I appreciate that handfull that don't bitch at me. It makes me happy for a fleeting moment when I don't get something chock full of drama or anger.

What happened to people that could just simply be happy for me for once and realize that I usually just type things that shouldn't be taken more than at face value?

But for whatever reason that I'm upset and pissed off right now, I'm going to continue on my cryptic little existance and remain as that little blip on the radar. I simply don't give a flying fuck anymore.







On a side note. Don't ever ask me to do things that I simply can't do. Especially when you can't even commit 100% yourself.

Until then... you won't hear a word from me. Why bother? The drama and hypocrisy is too tiring.