Finally sat down in front of the computer after a hour of walking around the house with a tissue box in my arms. First thought of the day wasn't a pleasant one but receiving a nice text in the morning can make my day :D

I'm sleepy :( need some more sleep.

After much thought I think I know what I'm going to do.

Why is it such a tough decision? Aren't I supposed to be happy? Then why is it that I still cry every night? :(

FUCK LAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCCCKKKK

I need another salted egg

I think I probably stared at this page for 5 minutes thinking of what to type. I've got no idea what I'm feeling right now.

Is it weird that most of the sentences in my posts start with 'I'? It just dawned upon me how self-centered that makes me sound. But that being said, this is MY blog so fuck that :o :) :D

I'm afraid of what lies ahead of me. What if my results are so screwed up that they don't get me anywhere. Trying not to think about it now. Maybe that's why I don't blog often. I hate digging deep inside me to find out what I'm feeling/thinking because that way I'll have to face my fears when I have the choice not to.

Whatever. I'm eating a salted egg right now. :)