I really, really do hate this feeling. And yet, you enjoy it with some sick grin on your face as a shudder scuttles down your spine like some creepy-crawly.

Gah. So incredibly unbelievably annoying, life is, dangling things right outside my reach.

PARENTS. Y U SO DISAPPROVING.

Some days, I think, “stop loving me so much”, then I stop and wonder if I mean it.

But yet, it somehow does irk me when my parents keep favouring me because apparently I’m the most filial of the children and blah blah blah.

Which means that they don’t approve of a lot of stuff. And I hate not listening to them. Which means silently fuming here.

Life really does turn from better to worse in seconds.

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If you’re trying to waste my time, at least do me the favour of not trying to tell me that it’s punishment (for something I didn’t do but you probably wouldn’t believe or care about.) and that it’s just supposed to be a teacher being as bitchy as he can possibly be.

You teach us not to lie, practice what you goddamn preach, as our fucking teachers.

It’s kinda sad to imagine how there are so many forever alones in this world

or people with a hole in their hearts, or people with secrets so deep and dark and black even they don’t admit to it, or those who know they’re not okay but can’t get better or those who don’t even know if they’re okay or not or those who know they’re a emotional wreck inside and just hollow, pained, looking for something, everyone with something that they aren’t satisfied with about their lives or are regretting horribly and alone in it, or maybe with the one or two friends helping them limp along with the journey of life.

To you all I say:

-brohug-

(if you’re a girl, or just don’t like hugs, )

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What do you do when it’s the ones you trust who hurt you?

Or maybe not.

I guess Tumblr isn’t ready for my emo bullshit.

Besides, I think I spam people’s dashboards too much already.

Anyway, so.

I was staring at tumblr

with the subject line saying

Do I stand up for my beliefs.

And I guess… When I take a stand, I follow it until someone disproves me, then I reconsider and stuck to the new one.

But, it’s rare that I take a stand in the first place.

Which means that generally speaking, when I discuss something in my argumentative essays, no, I don’t support it, neither do I condone it, for the most part.

…

#now to see how long I can resist.

So, I’m probably gonna repurpose this blog.

I’ll probably be leaving random rubbish I write on it from time to time, and… well, yeah.

Since I don’t really like people reading my stuff (yes, but I’m posting it online. It’s complicated.) I’ll be pw-locking them.

Feel free to askkkkkk.