It's been about 17 days since I've ever blogged on xanga. It seems that I have blogged more on blogspot, but now I hardly ever seem to blog ever. Sorry I've neglected you people, and furthermore my own Xanga~!

There has been so much going on during the last 17 days I haven't spoken a word. The last time I had blogged, it was truely a sad message that seemed to be everso consistant-- from a weak, frail and dumbfounded me from about 3 weeks ago, and now into a vicious angry little girl.

I am an angry little girl who seems to be extremely mean, violent, and vicious amongst her peers as an outlet from the aftermath of what has previously happened to me. Though I shouldn't be taking whatever has happened seriously because in acutallity NOTHING has ever happend. Basically I was waiting for NOTHING.
Does any of this make any sense?

I guess from all the energy I put fourth from here and there, I AM EXTREMELY TIRED!
I can not wait for spring break, or moreso I can not wait to graduate from highschool. I can't stand those people that I walk amongst. I can NOT stand hearing the voices of others and seeing their rather awkward faces. I hate people, I hate them with such a great passion.

I want to find peace and solitude
I want to find my freedom!

 To my loverboy,
I'm sorry, you're a whore, and i'm just a stupid silly girl blinded by her own feelings. 

I'm such a n00b.

 I ultimately hate the fact that my mom is so insecure about herself.



And since she's so insecure, she pushes religion onto me and i dispise it.

 On this blog, I honestly don't know what to say.

So many thoughts are flowing through my membrane, like every single second we intake a little dose carbon dioxide, just contaminating our systems.

I am rushed with overwhemling wonder -- thoughts -- feelings. I shouldn't be thinking of it. There is no reason why I should be thinking of it and there is quite no reason why I should be feeling it at all either. Somehow I can't help but to feel it ever so~  Somehow mananging to spare a thought of you or two during the awakening of the sleepy sun towards the blue sky till the it slowly dies gently against the mellow hills. Unwanting of the words to say, perhaps I love you. Unknowing if the feeling is love itself, but for a fact it is more than a simple liking. I crave for your existance.

My body was devoured by the beast that love creates.  

“How did it get so late so soon?
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”
  - Dr Seuss

FUCK! Fuck! fuck!