alles wunderbar.

so like

• Tumblr is getting old. Too repetitive/boring.
• AIM isn’t working.
• Facebook is annoying. I’m a grammar-nazi, so I feel like shooting everyone on my facebook feed in the head.
• Twitter is useless when I’m not doing anything.
• Pandora …. ehh.

i am not satisfied

I hate that feeling I get on tumblr where I’m afraid to put whatever I want. I’m sometimes afraid to disagree with the popular opinion. I don’t want to come off as some reblog-whoring-photo blog, or some wannabe philosopher. I can’t pretend like I don’t care about it either, cos it bugs me. I’ve always been afraid to admit it, but whatevz. 

God, people suck.

• We don’t talk anymore? Aha, ‘course we don’t. You’re never available. I’m not a call-on-the-phone person either, so you shouldn’t have to try and hint out that I’m responsible for making sure we’re even in who calls who. I won’t call you, and that won’t change.
• Nothing is the same anymore. The only thing keeping me from doing anything is my fear of annoying you. I don’t even know why I care so much on whether or not I do. I end up doing it a lot anyway.
• I hate your lack of availability. I’m afraid the night of the show will prove how distant we’ve become. 
• You are so dense. You’re everything I hate about people, and you’re always just there. Fuck.
• You’re deaf and you like yelling at me. Go away, shit.
• Can you shut the fuck up? Get off your high horse and stop acting like you’re some kind of princess. And typing “LyK3 Di$z” is just as annoying as when you type “like this !”
• You’re not cute. Kill yourself.
• I hope I’ve hinted out that I don’t like you.
• You do not just take my phone and “suggest” that I let you listen to my music.

I am so bitter.

What more is there to say? I have receded in material with which I attempted to write about. School is decent. What would be considered “my social life” is alright. Staying home every weekend keeps me grounded. I’ve developed leisure time, with which I love to fill. I have nothing particular causing me to mix things up.

Is it bad to seek excitement and variety? Or is leaving things to stay calm as they are the way to go? Regardless of which, it’d be safe to say that life is calm. It isn’t even a relaxing type of calm. It’s come to the point where I long for more; the fact that I don’t know what I want more of troubles me. It could mean that more from this lifestyle would be less troublesome and in turn make me happy. It also might mean that I slowly yearn for progression. 

Indecisiveness drives me crazy.

I don’t even know why I waste so much time on tumblr. I often go out of my way to check up on it, regardless of homework and other more important things. I don’t write about stuff as often as i’d like. Nothing stands out on my dashboard. I don’t feel like becoming a reblog whore, nor a “you know who I’m talking about cos its you you you” type of post writing person, so I don’t know what to do anymore. Picture blogs lack originality in some aspect I see. I can’t delete it, because it’s still my own little record of what I’ve been writing and the occurences in my life.