~TeenagePolitics

Malhar.
Malhar.
Malhar.
It's sucking the bloody life out of me.
If we don't win, I'm killing someone.

So.
I don't like people disabling profile views and all that.
It bothers me.
I need to spy. Okay?
I just..need to.
>_<

And reading your own old blog posts isn't the smartest thing to do.
Matter of fact, it's one of the most depressing.
Only makes you realize how useless and good for nothing you are.

Yes, so this isn't exactly the best day ever and all I want to do is sleep.
Instead, I will indulge in nonsensical banter where you will keep repeatedly asking me what's wrong and I will say nothing, because you can't possibly expect me to put this into words, right?!

=/

Fine. I admit it.
This is my rantplace.
Shoo.

To see you when I wake up is a gift, I didn't think would be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do is a threefold Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain..
So would I be out of line, if I said.. I miss you?


Someone buy me a ticket to Geneva?
Please?
Pretty please?
Pretty please with sugar candy and all of that too.

I want to be able to write.
And draw.
And sing.
And manipulate.
And change my deviant name.
:/
Andnotfeelsofuckinadequateuselessandgoodfornothing
allthetime.
>.<


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So, yeah.
I have a paper in 3 hours and thirty fucking five chapters.
Out of which I have done, umm, two.
Yes two.
I planned on doing twenty three..
But I have done..
How many?
Yes.
Two.


But well, I only need 10marks to complete my total.
so...



yayyytheperksoffirstyearcollegexDxDhtkjgkhjhgh;lhkhlkjhjjh!



So well, yeah..later.