Sometimes I have this urge to blog about all of my feelings, you know. All those sadness, regrets, stupid things I did in the past, about that time when I was absolutely sure I hated God, about how when I was a kid almost every kid my age treated me like trash. I had those urges, to just let it all the fuck out, to just turn into this mopey and sad teenager.
But then I would stop, and think about how much easier it is to just blog about my psychotic tendencies when it came to fangirling, or just blog about how pizza can make everything better, or about TV shows and repetitive movies, or about how much I wish I can pull off some really crazy shit like that in the movie Face Off so that I can have Olivia Wilde’s face, or cats, or my professors who I am forced to smile and be polite with but who I won’t give a rat’s ass about when I finish college.
IT’S JUST SO EASIER TO TALK ABOUT THOSE THINGS!!!
There’s also one reason why I am making this (pointless?) post: my period is coming.
