I hate.

Krysta told me to blog. No one reads it when it's relevant so I can say anything, correct? I hate Lucie Manette; she is so tedious and painfully nice and dull. The Liberals and NDP's are off being retards again but it wasn't a good move to put out attack ads on the Conservatives' part, either. I hate ignorant people in positions of authority. I hate how I feel isolated and then subconsciously seek to keep myself that way just to be a bitch. At least my working on music is going well. I hate math class. I got parabola's, and all that trigonometry but functions just don't seem like they'd help me as an individual in society or whatever the schools are trying to tell us they're helping us become. I hate how things aren't as simple as they should be. Two people agree they're both lonely but won't get together (mostly because one's a hypocrite and just a fucking dumbass -sometimes). Love is a fucked up thing. I hate how my locker looks as plain as one you'd rent for only hour-long periods of time at a train station or something. I can't seem to create anything visual. I hate how my room seems so small, and how I'm so tired. I hate the fact that I'm so hateful. I don't understand how I've been able to relate with the me from 3 years ago ever since that me came into existence. I wonder why I should be jealous of random ass people even when my mind thinks it's in the right place. Where did all my words go and where did I go? Why is everyone so afraid? What the fuck am I doing on a blog..have I not heard of MySpace; it seems to be more suited to sniveling.

A little strange

When nosebleeds are shamefully relished
When the kids are sneaking bandages instead of liquor from their parents' cabinets
When children would sooner blame themselves before they did society