Momento is damn good.. Mindscrew a little bit, but still, it is good and I can't wait for Chris Nolan's next movie to come out, Inception. JOM PERGI TENGOK!! Yeah yeah, you can annoy me all you want, I'm immune to that nowadays.
Love,
Ezzzziieeeeee.
As cliche as this sounds, I'm annoyed. Or maybe beyond it, really. Verging on an unscheduled breakdown at any given time, I'm prepared. Being the melodramatic brat [but sod off if it's insufferable.] that I am, I'm whining endlessly about how much life is going through one of those 'impeccably-timed' mood swings.
Cut short, life is one moronic bitch.
Or bitchfest.
Be amazed at how desperate I am at this point.
Honestly, I'm wishing I could just tell people off unreservedly but I'm [sadly] one who abides by a pseudo-strict, mostly-spur of the moment moral code. And if it's one thing I do plan to to execute this year, it's to stop being so rude. Normally, sarcasm would just does the trick. Stinging, vague comments only an idiot with 7 layers of skin won't understand. But hell, when you have someone who's verbal-defence is equivalent to Agis III's military defence [Guess?], what on burning earth do you do to get something across? You can't be sarcastic because she's too much of a thick skinned idiot, can't just tell her off because she's so guddamn defensive. Worse still, what do you do when that person is your mother?
Like I've said, my life is going through a tumultuous parade right now, it's only January and I've never felt so unsettled before. Maybe it one of those 'early of the year' syndromes but no, I have a feeling this is going to to be a really long one. I can only blame school for half of it because the rest of my 17/24 hours are spent not at school.
"It's not even my PARENTS who are the problem. It's my mother, and only her."
And I've inadvertently made PB my complaint outlet. He's in Australia but still, at least he listens. Sort of. Reads maybe. Amen, WLM. I feel bad for that boy because he has to put up with this, and normally I'd not tell anyone my problems unless 1)You've offered to listen in which case, I will take advantage because you're digging yourself a hole and burying it up with my rants or 2) I'm really THAT desperate.
I still feel bad for him and you: you reading this.
Life doesn't really feel like hah, a
But no, it doesn't work that way. I've voluntarily put a bullet through my head by paving my life's way with other people's footsteps ahead of mine. I let them do it, I'm the one who puts a sign that says "Need help? Walk all over me and feel good about yourself!" Now, it doesn't feel like much of a problem anymore than just a normal scratch but then again, just like a scratch, it hurts and itches.
Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.
Really, Einstein? That's probably why you because Time's Person Of The Year once or twice. Selfless, eh?
Been there,
In usual days like these, I'll just fix my iTunes "Cest La Vie" playlist and listen to the The Strokes' You Only Live Once on loop. That'll pretty much make things better. Oddly enough, it doesn't today. Is Jules' voice just mind-immunizing me? Hell, am I not learning anything?
Don't you just wish you could say, STFU, Ezz?
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