note to self, I guess.

This is what I wrote on Facebook just then;

"Write in your blog. or even better, write it here then transfer onto blog and delete this.

I am sardonical.
I am blunt to some people, fake to others.
I suck up to some people, while dissing others.
I am pretty superficial in my mind.
I have a LOT going through my mind at the moment, don't bother asking.
I am having massive mood swings (unnatural).
I am insensitive and always try to get what I want instead of what I need or what others need/want.
I give up too easily.
I am selfish.
If you think you know me, then I'll give you a prize."

To think that I thought 'sardonical' was a word O: .

Actually, all of these 'confessions' are pretty broad, I guess I can't even be truthful on my own blog. Which nobody reads. :)

I don't understand things anymore, I don't understand why I still feel this way about this person even though I know how they're basically a human trap. I don't understand why that stupid bug on my screen keeps coming near me. I'm a cold person, stay away.

I don't know WHAT to think anymore, how should/can I talk to you? Should I flirt and go all crazy? For 'pain'? By 'pain' I mean the fruit of my immaturity. Yeah, I guess I really should give up. I should take up an interest in listening to music of the EMO genre. As in Boys Like Girls all over again. And wallow in their relevant lyrics.

I want to scream, until no sound comes out and you've learned your lesson. I want to swallow these pills to get to sleep. So I don't have to make a bad impression. I need to start to be myself, 'cuz I'm sick of everybody else. I won't let you bring me down; it's here and now I'm breaking out. I will learn to love again but I will stand a broken man. I wanna run, but only far enough to make you miss me. I wanna take back all the sh* that I have done but I guess you were better off without me. I need to start to be myself 'cuz I'm sick of everybody else. I won't let you bring me down, it's here and now, I'm breaking out. I will learn to love again but I will stand a broken man. I took one big step and I looked away and then I thought of all the things that I wanted to say. I'm always too late you never got your story straight, I'm always up late; I think I'm everything you hate.

It's pretty funny how they sound as if they're straight to the point, aye?