Feels like the bad old days.

All of them mixed up into one hour.
Nah. I'm being melodramatic. It doesn't feel like the bad old days, it just... it has similar elements. Staying up all night and drinking and things. But this time it's different, because it's all just for recreational purposes. I ain't hell bent on forgetting my own name this time.

I was trying to write something but it's just not coming out right. I know what i mean, but I don't think the way I've written it makes sense. So annoying.. the character who's thinking it is meant to be straight up and clear and straightforward with excellent hair. He would make sense. but I don't, so I'm struggling to write someone who does.

I have come to the conclusion just recently, that I really do talk a lot of shit. "I wish I could grow a dick in forehead so I could pretend to be a unicorn!" what the fuck is wrong with me? it's quite funny for the most part, but occasionally I do actually think after i've just opened my mouth and talked, and... oh mai. It's not good, a lot of the time.

I really really cannot be bothered with people wallowing in their own misery and depression and self pity right now. I won't deny I ever did, god, I was probably the most whiny bitch anyone knew for a while there but I don't do it NOW. So I have a right to say that 90% of people from mibba.com are annoying as hell.

oh. that felt good.

Yeah, realised after two years of having an account that most of the current members are pretty much turnips. I can't be bothered with it, I've been there longer than half of them and they're still annoying as hell.
Whatevs. I'm over it.

I'm horribly tired, like, desperate to close my eyelids. nononono. It's gone 5. if its gone 5 there's no point in sleeping.

I'll just get... lots of caffeine tomorrow.:7

I want to work on my writing. Hmm.

I talk shit.

yey.