Fuck you all, Christmas lovers

[...]

P.S. I also hate birthdays.

"I wouldn't mind this lasting forever"

Not only is such a statement illogical, it's probably one of the worst things I can imagine anyone say to me. The thought of someone enjoying something with me involved in it so much that I would have to stand them for an eternity; of something never ending. Six words that cling to you, chaining you down until you lose your will to live; wearing you out.

Like being in a relationship with someone you did not want to commit to in any way. All you could think of doing was shouting get the fuck out of my house, get the fuck out my internet and my kitchen and off my bed.

Thoughts on urges;

completely destroying everything. [...] how much damage could I really cause by saying something?

I'll inevitably explore unknown waters disregarding any voice of reason whatsoever. This has made me a sad panda in the past, but it has also created countless exciting, life-changing experiences, which seems to be the best excuse I have for my idiotic behavior.

I'll see you all in...

I go to a pretty awesome school

Well, lying is fun sometimes.

I don't believe this, except in some cases. This isn't one of them.
I did it anyway.

Hello, you.

The ultimate dudes' dude

If I were a guy, I'd be one of those individuals considered to be disgusting for scratching their balls in front of others and drinking straight from the milk carton. I'd have dirty messy hair and I'd wear the same clothes for weeks on end. I'd be lazy to shower as personal hygiene is overrated anyways. I'd drink beer.

I'd also be more homosexual than you.

Did I forget to mention glasses? I would totally fucking wear glasses.

Slowing down and relaxing when I should speed up and hurry

I'm in love with things that are untouchable, non-material, never achievable and those are your words, the thoughts of another, the unknown; maybe simply the whole idea of love itself.

Those short moments that redifine everything right here and now.

Thinking you've found something you weren't looking for after you've lost track of what you were trying to find for so long.

Smiles.

The two seconds a look took longer than felt appropriate.

It was time for my final exams and although it's impossible for one to take three of them on the same day, this is what happened to me and I didn't think it was weird at all; not even when it was biology, math and literature and I'm not even going to take the math exam.

Funnily enough I knew the math and biology, but forgot to answer the questions on literature and after returning my answers I was leaving and remembered turning in an empty sheet of paper. What pissed me off the most was that there were only three questions on literature. I had to answer two of them and the first assignement was actually to write a poem of your own, so there was really no way you could fail at it as you could come up with the answer instead of having to know something.

I panicked so badly about failing high school and/or literature that when I tried to tell one of my literature teachers about what had happened and ask if there was something we could do to fix the situation, I started crying so much I couldn't really produce any sensible speech. Another of my literature teachers showed up and stood there staring without saying anything on the matter. My English teacher gave me two math assignements and told me to do them over every single day to learn them by heart and said it would fix everything.

Anything lasting forever might be terrible

Making room for a certain someone from time to time is one of the best things I know, if not the best. We must explore our limits so that we will hopefully at least someday know some of what we don't know about ourselves, if it's too difficult to get to know who we are entirely. I'm trying not to destroy others in the process. ////

I was at the library wearing a toga, looking for a book and a couple stopped me. We sat down at one of the tables in the kids books section and they tried to get me interested in working for the congregation. I listened, the man stood up and walked to the window as he kept talking about all the endless possibilities of what I could do. I wanted to laugh and mock him, but instead I sat silently waiting for him to finish.

He sat back down, I looked at him and said there was no fucking way I would ever work for them. He asked why, looking shocked as if everyone he'd ever given this speech to had said yes and there was no other way. I explained how much I despise religion and probably put extra effort into trying to offend him on the side.

I stood up and walked to the library restrooms, took off my toga and started painting my hands and arms with a thick layer of black nailpolish. I then proceeded to cover back up in the big pink cloth I had used as a toga.