uglies.

Today was not my day. I don't know what made the fog clear up. But something about today made me realize that I'm kidding myself. I just think of all the comments said, and seriously, I take offense to them now. I guess it's because I realize that, well, I don't have to get along with everybody. Don't get me wrong, I get along with 98% of people. But that 2%. The few unlucky ones that haven't really found my good side, they're people that I don't really want to know. I'm a person that can tell whether I'm going to get along with a person in minutes. And it's not like after a few minutes I just walk away and say, 'Sorry, no I'm not going to be your friend.' Because I try to meet new people. I like people. I enjoy company. I want to make friends. But one gets sick of trying. I really don't get it. It's like one second I'm great to them, and then the next week I'm old news, only to be recycled and turned new, yet again. Whatthehell. I seriously do not get it. And then the comment. I really found that offending. Because. And then there is the jerk. I don't want to get to much into that either. But this is my point of not caring anymore. Because I don't. I seriously just think that we can't be good friends. Period. I don't deal with that on-and-off shit. Am I really mean? Or is this human of me? Because I'm sick of the fake shit and bitch attitude. Grow the fuck up.

On a high-note. I think I should start writing more. People are probably not going to read this, so I'm just going to ramble to put my thoughts somewhere. WOOH!. Everybody loves a good ramble. I needa change this out-dated layout. Because that is much needed. AHHH! So let's start this novel. Soon. After finals definitely. I'll be brainstorming alot. On the not-so-bright subject of finals, I hate them. SHIT. I HAVE A FUCKING 89.5% IN PHOTOGRAPHY. A FILM SCHOOL IS NOT GOING TO WANT A B-AVERAGE FUCKING STUDENT. Sorry. Just needed to get that out.

I really am feeling annoyed with the world right now. I don't want to deal with shit. I don't want to face shit. What I need is a breath of fresh air. Not all this old stuffy nastyness. Just something new. I don't know when a window will open to let me breathe. But when it does. I'm out.