HOW LONG LONG LONG has it been?
still remember me blog? cos i haven seen ya fer so long. Gee guess i'm back. fer what? i dun noe. Maybe it's time to blog again, maybe i'm bored, or maybe i just wanna show stupid steven that i have had (really i mean "have had", once) a better blog than he does. Oh whatever, i hope the hits roll in soon so i can OUTDO him soon. yeah.
Ok so what should i talk about after disappearing fer so long.
Hmmm... just ah update.... I'm all grown up now ya cos I'm turning 21. yeah, yucky 21. how can anyone turn 21 without feeling a sense of useless melancholy. I have this premonition that this is how it's gonna happen - every minute of your life that comes before that faithful moment when you open yoour stupid eyes to the 7665th day of yer existance will re-live themselves in split seconds in yer head, reminding its owner of every iota of regret that she had thus far had. it's like 21 is THE threshold moment for measure of accomplishment, of what this mere mortal had thus far made out his or her life. then this huge weight decends upon him (like punishment) who then decides that he has not become the person he had liked to be.
reallie, can we really control who we wanna be in life?
Mine wasn't perfect and i think it's not gonna be either in the future. But one good thing about growing up is learning to accept. Accepting yourself fer who you really are so that even if there's a horde of people out there trying ter get you and put you down, you can tell yourself that they can eat up their own bullshit because you dun care. (and by the way you're not miss or mister universe yourself either you know, dumbass)
Ok enuff about that. talk to u all when i feel crappy again yayayayayaya.
Ok so what should i talk about after disappearing fer so long.
Hmmm... just ah update.... I'm all grown up now ya cos I'm turning 21. yeah, yucky 21. how can anyone turn 21 without feeling a sense of useless melancholy. I have this premonition that this is how it's gonna happen - every minute of your life that comes before that faithful moment when you open yoour stupid eyes to the 7665th day of yer existance will re-live themselves in split seconds in yer head, reminding its owner of every iota of regret that she had thus far had. it's like 21 is THE threshold moment for measure of accomplishment, of what this mere mortal had thus far made out his or her life. then this huge weight decends upon him (like punishment) who then decides that he has not become the person he had liked to be.
reallie, can we really control who we wanna be in life?
Mine wasn't perfect and i think it's not gonna be either in the future. But one good thing about growing up is learning to accept. Accepting yourself fer who you really are so that even if there's a horde of people out there trying ter get you and put you down, you can tell yourself that they can eat up their own bullshit because you dun care. (and by the way you're not miss or mister universe yourself either you know, dumbass)
Ok enuff about that. talk to u all when i feel crappy again yayayayayaya.
posted by PY @ 3:33 PM
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