My brother is the most adorable thing ever to hit this planet.

I hate not partying with friends, not dressing up and going out.
I hate it so much, and I miss it so bloody much.
I miss it.

So. Much.

Probably seems childish, but I don't care anymore.

Another poem:

Shake and shake,
the ketchup bottle
some will come,
then a lot'll


Thats a personal fav.
Its so simple, yet so deep!
Okay, no its not deep.
But its cute, makes sense and funny, and I like it.

I like writing poems.
Pointless, crappy poems.
I like writing them.

bahnee

I love you
and you say you love me
but we cannot be
a happy family

SO SUCK IT UP BITCH

sometimes
I would love
to hit you
with a kiss
a hug
I would like to
tackle you
and slap your face
because
sometimes
you are
a
douche bag

'We have a lot in common!' Negative

FALSE.

We dont.
Please take your head out of the toilet bowl, just this once.

Please.

You dont have 'time' for reading.
You dont like to write.
You do not have a creative bone in your body.


Um sorry.

Okay, okay, so here is his list:

'We both like:

to eat
harry potter
travel
blog
shop
blog'

Flaws in the argument:

I donot like to shop.
I like to BARGAIN HUNT,
Theres a difference, I think.

Or maybe its just lack of money, but whatever.

Also, you dont live a life with those kinds of 'common interests'.
I'm sorry but you dont.

Uff.
I'm talking like we're getting married.

Which we're not.

FML.

Messed up = me.

in which I become W. Shakespeare

its easy
to love you
its easy
to fight
but when
I want to kiss you
I just say good night


LOL WAS THAT COMPLETE SHIT, OR WAS THAT COMPLEEETTEEE SHYYYTTT.

The latter, if you're British.

So they were talking about marriage today.
Sometimes I feel like a huge, dumb loser.
For not doing anything, and working for anything, and just waiting for it all to come to me.

I dislike kids.
I do.

yeah

fuck
asshole
bitch
i love you
wtf is WRONG with me
wtf wtf wtf

need to sleep

bio fuck
fuck

so dysfunctional.

Him:

okay

tell me this

what particular

part are you angry at

?

 

Me:

doesnt really matter

 

Him:

it does

batao

 

Me:

I just am looking forward at the part where you actually do something other than words.

 

Him:

takes off shirt

rady 2 jump off building

 

Me:

probably gonna be a long wait

Him:

signz ma hart wid an XO

 

Me:

but its okay,

insert emo voice Im used to it.

hahahhahaha. I love him.

my turn now babez

I was going through blogs and, for a long time now, I've been wanting to do this.
Have a space where I can be emo or complete shit and not have to care that the book publishers/authors will think I'm being unprofessional and shit.
Where I can swear and say FUCK ASSHOLE BITCH without thinking about being judged.
Okay, so duh, I may still be judged, but whatever.
This will be 100% me, or as 100% as I can be on the internatzz.
That other blog shall still be me, duh, but more of a bright place about books and i-think-i'm funny moments and shit.
I will care about my following and shit there.

But here I'm okay with zero followers.

If you're reading this and are my first,

hi :)

Be warned though.

Plenty of emo, random, without-a-single-explanation shit is going to go down here.

K.

So for my first dose,

I like living in a bubble.
I like being ignorant sometimes.
And I sometimes, I feel the only person I REALLY love, in the world, is my baby brother.
Thats not obv true, I love my friends, Salz and Daz and Z and S and my fam and other pplz.
But my bro?
He is very, very special to me.
I am so in love with him.
I think I would like to love my husband like that too.
Another secret.
I'd like to get married.
No, bhai, not like housewife shit, but like you know, just so that I can be intimate with a person and have someone to call my own forevaa, and still go about with school and other life realities.

This group I joined on facebook today:

EvErY RaAt In My KhUaB I DeKh U I MeHsOoS U.

Yes.

Bye now.