CIRCLES OF HAPPINESS

I'm bored.

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25.5.11

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My kindergarten best friend.
I'm sorry I can't even remember your name. But thank you, thank you so much for putting up with my crazed child self. Because I know that I took everyone's things and food and never gave any of mine. (:

Barricade.
I still can't accept the fact that there's a huge possibility you're gone from me forever. You know I'm always going to miss you, no matter where in hell I end up or what the circumstances around me may be. I swear to god. You made me feel two important things:
-The giddy over-infatuated feeling of a first real crush, and
-The wonderful solidness of having a friend you know you can rely on
and they're for the same reasons, too, actually. Can you believe that? Haha. You knew when to act all retarded and play along with my insanity, and when to be serious at first and then become retarded. XD You knew just what to do to make me feel insanely great, and it'll be damn impossible to find anyone else like that, ever. Not that I'll try, 'cause nobody could ever replace you. I think I've saved a pretty definite spot in my heart for you; the kind of spot you can't give to anyone else.

GP
I bet you don't even know who you are, dumbfuck. Well, anyway. This entry will not be full of angry swear words. At least, I hope. You were a pretty good almost-best friend, you know. But.. I don't even know what happened. You just started getting really.. meh. I think maybe that was 'cause you liked me, but hey. That's no excuse for letting our friendship go rotten, you know? Maybe this is a cruel thing to say, but.. when you said what you said (and you know what you said) you ruined any chance you had at all of being with me. Actually, you had none. Hahaha. But still, y'know? That.. was totally uncalled for and stupid. Why would you even say that. You ruined TWO YEARS of my life by saying that. You destroyed his trust in me completely. And the most fucked up thing about it? I DID NOTHING TO PROVOKE THAT, DIPSHIT. I mean. With other things. If I was talking to another guy a lot, and he got mad, that's understandable. That actually did happen, you know? But you. God. I hadn't even talked to you for MONTHS. And you had the gall, the fucking gall, to get pissed and depressed when I said I had a boyfriend. What the fuck is wrong with you. And then I had to go cheer you up and pretend to give a shit about you, because I'm too damn nice for my own good. And then you went and said that. And then it completely decimated his trust in me. And THAT led to the rule making, the rule breaking, a dozen fights a day, and a lot of pain. Yeah, physical pain. If you ever found out just what you put into my life.. knowing the kind of person you are, you might just kill yourself. I'm actually thinking of letting you know, to see that happen. Imagine. You ended up getting the girl you liked beaten up to shit. I wonder. I fucking wonder.

Juliet
I can't even say anything other than.. I'm sorry. For never being able to put you up first. For never being able to accept whatever you try to tell me. For fighting back so much. For never admitting whenever you got me right, which was all the time. I don't even know why I never yielded to it in the first place. I'm sorry for that, too. But let me tell you one thing. I'm going to find some way to make it right, okay? I'm going to try. I'm going to tell you exactly what I've got to tell you when I can. I just never get the chance. You know what that's like too, don't you? Hrm. And that's my fault. But I swear. I'm going to fix this, because you deserve it. You deserve at least a shred of an explanation, not an excuse.

Fin
For one thing.. I cut you out of my life on purpose. It was because you were becoming too much of a jerk than I could handle at that point in time, and you had way too many problems that you always expected me to fix and never really did anything about yourself. I mean.. I know I was a great best friend. I was always, always there for you, even when I felt I didn't have to be. But did it ever occur to you that sometimes I needed to be the one cheered up? That even I had my weaknesses? That just because I could always make you better didn't mean nothing was wrong in my life? But hey. We bounced back, didn't we? Haha. We're cool now. I think, better than we were before. We're a bit more honest (though how that's possible compared to how honest we were before, kind of escapes me) and our issues are kind of resolved. So maybe you don't belong on this list completely. But I wanted to let you know anyway. :)) [by the way.. I need your help solving a problem of mine. I don't know who else to turn to, literally. I'm locked in]

muffin.
Actually.. I don't think you ever passed through the stage of being my best friend. The only thing you ever were to me was the one person who could cut me down and put me back together with one swift, flawless move. So you really don't deserve to be on this list. But hey, I lost you anyway, right? And yes, it is my loss. Maybe it's yours too, but I'm not so sure about that. All you lost was a girl who was insane and stubborn and screwed up. I lost the guy who was incredible and who was in love with me and who put up with my dysfunctionality for two years. I lost the guy who was trying to make me better, and you lost the girl who only ever made you worse. So I guess it was a good thing, for both of us, in some way. I learned my lesson.. and you get to be happy.

K
I can't believe I lost you, albeit only slightly. I mean, really. We fell out of touch for more than a year. That killed me. I was without one of the few people who let me be crazy and who could cheer me up. Then again, I never wanted to depress you with all my problems. I still miss you, even if we're talking already. Please, please don't fall out of my life again. I can't stand it.

23.5.11

Urgh.

Well, for one thing.. I need a goddamned plot. O_O I cannot think of anything.
I've already jotted down ideas for the first four novellas.. but the last one, I have no idea. :/ Damnit.

Also.. I've had to do things that I really didn't want to do. That I'm totally not alright with doing. And it's killing me inside. ARGH.

I haven't even gone out with three of the most epic people in my life yet this summer. Wonderboy, HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YA BRO. Pandy, you weener. -__- Endy.. I can never get used to calling you this. Damnit. =)))) [also.. Daisy cannot stomach calling Pandy by her "real" name. I HAVE WON]

Okay, so.. I've decided to make a blog entry right after this, that will focus solely on messages to all the best friends I've ever had to lose. Endy, thank god you're not there. (>:D<)

MASTERCHEF AUSTRALIAA. <3

15.5.11

Here we go again.

I'm getting headaches every other day. Romeo, this really isn't fair. Can't you go torture someone else? T_T

I realized I haven't blogged a lot lately. Maybe I'm too occupied. ARGH. This really, really, sucks. I haven't written a lot lately, either. Damnit. I actually write more when I've got school, than when I don't. I'm too busy doing absolutely nothing, apparently.

Well, for starters, I've got a Facebook account now. What the hell, right? So awkward. Hahaha.
It is completely intimidating, though. I mean, seriously. What do I DO with it. O_O

My life isn't so great at the moment. Things aren't going according to plan [then again.. since when did I ever really have a plan?] and more often than not I'm disappointed. Oh well. It isn't really like I expected anything different, right? Eh.

My parents won't let me go to the UPCAT review. What the hell. And I got 600 in Math when I took the practice test. O_O I'm so totally fucking screwed. Hahaha.

Hey, Barricade. I miss you. We haven't talked in.. years. And just when Logan had stopped telling me I couldn't risk it.. I lose hope. Gah. Why must this sort of thing always happen to me? And the losing hope is what makes me want. Urgh.

I was right, a long, looong, looooong time ago. My life is a perfect sad story. (:

I'm honestly going to give a huge effort in making friends when I go to the writing workshop. I kind of need it. There's an awkward sort of loneliness you feel when you're surrounded by people you don't even care about and the ones you need are so far away. It eats at your core.

It was a bittersweet sort of relief that I felt when I realized nothing, absolutely nothing lasts forever. And everything is meant to die. It made me.. happy, somehow. Is that weird for you? Extremely? Thank god. I'm back in business. :P

Baby, where'd you go? I need you here tonight.

12.5.11

Subliminal

Okay, hey. I'm writing this from Safari, 'cause for some retarded reason I cannot sign into Blogger from Chrome. Daamn.

Anyway. I'm writing this because .. I have been compelled to. I have no other choice. Few will understand it. And no, I will NOT explain it. At all. Because ye who understand it.. are ye who deserve to.

Assassinated US President,

-Wolverine and goddess-of-the-hunt send their fondest regards.
They also apologize quite profusely for the terrible lack of kshk kshk. Honestly.
The Cheshire is caught in a dilemma.
Not a dilemma fixable by kshk kshk; because there is
no possibility at the moment.
Or for an indefinite period of time.
Again, -Wolverine and goddess-of-the-hunt send their apologies.
This has been encountered previously.
The Cheshire trusts Assassinated US President to figure out
the problem exactly, and trusts stab-happy Tango
to be forgiving.

-W, g-o-t-h, CC

*It is imperative that this message not be met
with any reply visible to those who would seek
to do what the rest of the world has been trying to do for a long while now.

8.5.11

Ten Things

So for the first time in a while I got a message in my ask that wasn't spam, yay me! And of course I shall abuse this amazing occurrence by writing an excessively long post instead of just a quick list. Get ready. :P

1. I'm a compulsive liar. I don't do it for the fun of it or anything.. it's more like a reflex, y'know? It's one line of my defenses. I need to know that I can lie, otherwise I'll feel vulnerable, and that leads to number two--

2. I tend to run away. I take the easy way out, but not always. I run when I get scared, when I can't handle what's happening. I don't like having to fight my way out of anything much. But maybe that's 'cause--

3. I don't like confrontation. Seriously, I don't. I'd rather just keep the feeling inside until something makes it go away, or I can start running. That's also why I lie so much. It's hard for me just to face my problems. And the problems never really go away, prob'ly 'cause--

4. I get into much more trouble than I'm worth. I make the trouble sometimes, too. All those bad characteristics up there, plus the ones I've yet to enumerate, well, they're some of the perfect ingredients for trouble. I haven't succeeded in going even a week without some form of trouble. That's maybe due to the fact that--

5. I strongly dislike rules, boundaries, limitations of any sort. I am not good at being told what to do. Requested, yes, of course, but knowing I'm unable to refuse for any reason.. that just strikes a nerve with me. "Don't.." marks the start of a terrible sentence, for me. So of course I'd end up finding some creative way to go against these rules, which is a problem, 'cause--

6. I'm not good at accountability. I don't like having to answer to what I've done. Yeah, maybe I've been spoiled by the people around me, maybe they've convinced some part of me that I'm above all that crap. Which really sucks, since--

7. I'm already too arrogant. I know exactly what I'm worth, thank you very much. I don't like having to settle for less than what I want, need, deserve. And yes, I took these words from someone who's told me I'm arrogant, but in an attractive way. I have absolutely no idea what they meant by that. Hahaha. But even though I'm proud--

8. I'm too damn nice for my own good. It's true. Ask anyone who knows me well. I am honestly one of the nicest people ever. I can't help it. It's bad, I know, 'cause some people take that inherent niceness to be.. some other thing. I don't betray people on purpose, okay? I'm just really damn NICE. However--

9. I've got a temper. And it's a pretty volatile one, too. Sometimes even I don't know just how far my anger will take me. It scares me, too. Maybe that's what happens when you're with a hot-tempered guy for two years. But hey, I don't blame him or anything. It's good to know I can feel. Hey look, an opening for the next one--

10. I've got whims. There are these random things I want to do, sudden flashes of inspiration. That's why I can't stand boring people, people whose feet are firmly on the ground when mine are stuck somewhere in marshmallow clouds. I like being around people who can play along with me, mess around with me. Being serious was never really my forte.

I s'pose that's all I can write. They did say only ten things after all. Those are ten bits of me that not a lot of people know outright but have experienced in one way or another. And if any of those have hurt you.. I'm sorry. But that's me.

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