would you love me when i'm not myself?

i won't. i hate people who forget their roots. you acquire an accent and what? you're one of them now. sometimes i think people just forget to think. and i hate people who try to start a faux intellectual chitchat. i mean, save it! i make you feel stupid, you feel stupid, i feel stupid for talking to you, you change the subject, we all become stupid! and i am deathly afraid of Stupid...

think!
and listen. not only people forget to, they don't at all. and that is quite sad.

this entry is all about hateful things. but i'm not hateful, no. but sometimes (more often than not), things have a way of creeping under my skin and REALLY ANNOYING THE SODDING SHIT OUT OF ME. i don't know why i let it but it does.

and sometimes (more often than not-especially in recent times), i find something that make me smile and feel at ease again. like KFC, and red/blue headbands, and loving school because there is no school, and talking to (semi-)famous people and not really running around berserk cos i have a paper due on the 24th........ well maybe i should start.

all right then, goodnight world!



we all miss home.