Which What Connected to What? and complaining.

My sentiments to my last blog... it shall burn.

Ugh. This sucks. I haven't been making things.

I haven't talked to my seatmate yet. Like even small talk. Getting to know talk. Learning about your past talk. <-- Shows how paranoid I am of knowing things about her before I met her.

I have met people(and been friends) with people I've heard about first before meeting them. But (just because she's connected to some person close to me) I can't start with any word. So, I have nothing left to say. At all. Seriously. O_O It's scary. I don't want to do it again. It makes me forget my own opinions.

I was thinking of actually describing my situation scientifically, but nah, I don't have the facts for it. Sudden urges have been poopin' all over my life. MUST CONTROL. MUST CONTROL SELF.

And speaking of urges, I miss my dark chocolate. Mm. m.

^After I looked at everything I just wrote, I remembered 'Love, Stargirl'. Well, it doesn't matter anyway as long as I say what I need to say. As long as something's happening to me.

But nothing's happening in my life. I have to work harder. pop.

Thank you ma. For caring. For making an appointment with that psychaiatrist. Thank you pa. For spoiling me with hugs and mushy stuff and words and stories of your past which we will never ever go back to. Honestly.

So please... I hope I'm ridden of this hard sheeelll...

Sheeellll.

Gas... prices up. UGH. Stop randomness. Now.