[This wasn't going to be a rant, but it developed that way. Ah well.]
I don't like when people use the back door, though; so I've just recently discovered.
Sorry if that last post was a bit odd. Lyrics were the only way to explain a little bit of what I was going through without getting too personal.
Let's just put it behind us shall we?
dramallama
Apparently people around have something against night owls. And apparently they'd rather speak very loudly behind my back (most literaly) about it than tell me personally. How old am I? Yeah that's right, I'm not ******** 13 anymore. No jail bait syndrom for me at this point. So, if you've got something to say to me, grow a spine and say it. I'm hardly graceful with my words, in fact I've taken up studdering a lot lately so it looks like someone has home team advatage. That is unless you just find this cute or something, then by all means; do continue. What's my respect worth to you? Exactly how much is it worth?
Besides, certain perspectives of love are questionable here. Might as well call me a doll at this point because it's not like a certain someone is looking past this hunk of meat that is my vessle. Hell, perhaps not even that closely.
I'm going to stop before I type something I'll regret later even if it's already too late. ...I'm just frustrated.
 TheWitchGotRobin · Fri Jul 13, 2007 @ 09:33am · 0 Comments |
