Home Sweet Home

I’m at home, I’m going to bed, I love you guys, I’d see you soon, hopefully, I’d get some sleep and I’ll show you all the wonderful things, maybe I’d have enough time to show you more about Firkin and their album and something of another band that was mentioned here before which I don’t like as much as I like another band in the same “style” if we can call it this way.

Have a nice day, from “darkness” the first.
 I have mixed emotions towards this nickname, but the mood necklace says that I only feel happiness, romance, and guess what? Despair; In some lights, I can feel nothing, as the color of nothing is black.
It works with temperature.
I wish I had the card for my anxiety levels near me, even though that it really didn’t matter as my body radiates heat naturally, so I can only feel and my body won’t react as much.

I’m writing in a cool way, like I’m writing a book, I guess it’s good because I’m kind of writing a damn diary (angrily exhaled gasses’ noise) and it’s a book like, even though that the iTunes’ mini player option hides a part.

I want to be hugged by a person who I trust, sadly, every person that I trust I end up hurting and having them drugged up.
My mother told me that Michael was a friend of mine in kindergarten.
He’s now another drugged up friend that I used to have.

At least I got a cooler strange collection.
There are people who collect gift cards; people who collect sex dolls; people who collect cube shaped objects; I collect friends that I’ve broken.

At least I don’t dispose my friends.
I really start to get frustrated from being so optimistic and happy, it’s better than being a bitter pessimist, but I really want to sometimes just be an upset person.
Living in the moment sucks.
Maybe it’s just puberty making me whine about how optimistic I am.
I have this weird need to let out a chuckle.
I’m too tired for doing it, so, I won’t.

I really need some sleep.

Goodnight people, don’t forget to be nice to everybody, the image that tweens and teens have today is of bitter assholes that don’t have manners.
Pretty much a bunch of frustrated apes in disguise to be a human being between the ages of nine to fourteen at tweens and fourteen to eighteen at teens.
Say thank you and please and sorry and all of that lovely meaningless words, they are always nice, especially when it annoys the shit out of people.

I did it to a person who clearly hates her job, the people in it, and the inconvenient hours, I said thank you and have a nice day to a lady who hated me.

It made me happy.

Bitter youth forever.

Just kidding, I wish that most of them just stop breathing.