Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced.
That little phonebook/diary/calendar thingy I had as a child. It was like my iPod, but I liked that one so much more. Also, a narrative I wrote based on my year of suicide.
Recently: Blogger, Tumblr, Youtube, Pixiv, DeviantArt, and... Y!gal
My Jason Todd figurine and my chibi Hatsune Miku figurine... Jason was from Nina, Miku was from my brother.
I don't think there is one album, but I could be wrong.
Uh, bad habits: skipping school, eating fattening food, playing on the computer. Attempted to: motivate myself, eat less and cut off fat and skin, and find something else to do with my time.
I would change my weight and body type. If I changed my mind, I could always get fat again.
Right now, it's really a jumble. If you were to honestly ask me if I believed in God, I would probably say no, since I don't follow his rules, but if you were ask me if I believed in the existence of God, I would probably say yes. They've changed. I used to believe in God when I believed everyone believed in God.
A mint candy, just now, and I just finished eating it.
Didn't have one. Unless you count Yamashita Shoon, because he was fucking hot when I was thirteen and he was sixteen. He's a Japanese idol though, so I don't count it because it was more of a fan girl thing than anything. If you count fan girl love, then can I just include Robin in there as well?
... Oddly enough, my suicide phase. It's the one I remember the most, so I guess that one. If we're talking about based on feelings, then when I first discovered the wonders of reading and books. Artemis Fowl can go down as one of my biggest fan girl crushes ever.
Well, from this blog, my very first entry did not have a date. Weirdly enough. The second entry was posted on May 21, 2010. Which is close enough to almost a year ago. I talked about Kellogg's cereal. :D My mom bought Kellogg's again recently, and I still havent' found spring. Oh and I plan more often now. xD
...Hm. Why I really moved out of my mom's house and what I went through while living with my dad. What other baggages I carry around with me. How I really feel about being a "relationship-virgin" or a "love-virgin" or something along those lines.
A road of love and heartbreak. A road of forgotten nights, flashing strobe lights, and smell of sex-
Right.
A road of no responsibility and choices. I hope it takes me somewhere far, clean, and comforting and isn't anywhere near the outdoors or a garden. I would probably see happiness and that girl I talk about so often on here. Yeah, the girl in the ocean, and the girl on the other side.
Touch a guy's cock. I haven't because there isn't a guy who has asked me yet. What has prevented me is 1) the guy's pants, 2) his "consent", and 3) the guy.
...I'm not joking.
LOL DID YOU BELIEVE ME?!
I'm just getting bored now. I've always wanted to date a bisexual/pansexual guy. Okay, so not always. Just recently. It's obvious as to why, but major reason is because I haven't met one yet.
I haven't had one, can't write about it, but if I don't get it before I graduate, I'll give it out at a drunk party.
Hm... Honestly, I don't know. Nothing I regret doing now.
Rolling in the Deep. Nothing in particular, just that one line, "We could've had it all" kept repeating in my head over and over and over.
Hm. See and touch a guy's cock, fall in love at least once, write a life-changing novel, read a life-changing novel, and... feel like I don't have to be guilty about what I want to do with my life.
Daniel Law. GL finding him.
Going back to my suicide phase, because this time, I think I would actually do it.
Honesty.
Suicide phase.
Yes, my meaning in life.
I don't have a best friend.
Last night and this morning.
A penny, somewhere in front of my house.
School. Nothing else.
This buzzing sound I can't replicate, nails on chalk, metal against metal and metal against glass, and water dripping.
Haven't had one yet.
My heart.
"You are a beautiful, strong... (couldn't find the words to describe) girl."
Yes, reminds me of horror movies and my suicide phase.
Two weeks.
Went to Banff, ate yumz ice cream... got to refresh my mind about what Banff and the mountains there looks like.
No one.
...No one. I don't think any one of them would be compatible with me.
Wake up, open eyes, goes to washroom, brush teeth, rinse face, find clothes, fix hair, eat breakfast (even if I'm late).
Half an hour, for an amusement park ride.
Reading? I don't know.
Don't have one. I hate changing weather. LOL
Oh god. You mean like, REAL PAPER book or ONLINE book? Real paper would probably be... Macbeth, if we're talking literally. It was for school. Willingly, Artemis Fowl, the one before the Atlantis Complex. Um, online would probably be Reflections of a Lonely Emo Cowboy: book 2.
-getting caught stealing
-hoping so hard to die that my mom and my brother were almost hurt
-not doing something for the danger just to feel alive
No, but I believe I've been haunted before.
Shortened sentences and only main points. Not really easy to understand, just written down for the hell of looking like I'm doing something.
Yes, we just have to find the reason. That's the reason why we're here.
I think of sparkles flying through the air. LOL
No. I should probably add that as a regret.
Don't have one. If I couldn't think of one in five seconds, I don't have one.
Nothing. I don't think about god unless I'm in religion class.
A mix of sadness and utter joy. I take that time to stop my time on the computer and think.
A thousand or so dollars. In cash, maybe two hundred.
Yamashita Shoon, Hongo Kanata, Jaejoong, Irie Jingi, Yanagi Kotaro, and Sakurada Dori.
Movies, in that one moment when everything comes crashing into place.
Wait, no, when I almost died in that car crash.
Entertains me.
I'm not sure? I don't think I learned anything today or yesterday.
Blunt, honest, warm-hearted, trustworthy, and emotional.
yeah, for some school project.
None. I hate the government.
...I Peter Pan Syndrome. If it exists, I want to go. Also, anything exists as long as you believe it does.
No idea. I don't usually go out for breakfast. I like making my own breakfast.
This entry has been continued from yesterday, so today, right things: played great at flag football, didn't think my chem teacher was hot, wasn't bored to death in any of my classes and handed in my English assignment. Wrong: did horrible on chem quiz and assignment, weirded out my gr. 10 chem classmate (I don't know if that was wrong), got more mosquito bites.
Also, there's this really cool old guy who knows how to skateboard and do javelin. I've seen him twice while in my gym class. I bet he was super hot when he was younger.
PLANE. NO SHIT. I've traveled by walking, driving, but PLANE beats them all. If I could fly to every single place, I would shoot the environment to shit, but it would be SO FUCKING COOL.
FUCK YOU ALL.
I'm still in school. Right now, everything. I hate school.
No idea. I don't play truth or dare and take it seriously. I was dared to hit on the wall, like flirt (I tried actually hitting it. They didn't count it D:).
ALL OF THE ABOVE. JK. I hate strawberry. Chocolate and vanilla and cookies and creme, but not cookie dough.
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. THE GUY WHO WENT TO SPACE DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY. I don't even know WTF he did to be noted, but he died on my birthday. That's all I care.
Uh. Nothing? I don't hold material things as important. If I was to grab one thing if there was a fire, it would be my book bag, because my wallet, phone, iPod, and stationary are in there.
...THAT'S SO LONG AGO. HOW THE HELL WOULD I REMEMBER?!
VEGETABLES. I don't know. I don't have a well-balanced diet. I eat whatever the hell is given.
SKIP. I couldn't care less about Society. It's all one big POC.
Happiness. What else?
DOUBLE QUESTION.
Hm... I HAVE AN EIGHT INCH COCK. :D
Oh, and I want to touch a guy's cock.
RECENTLY. I stolez stuffz from Wal-Mart. I got away with it, but until this month is over, I'm not thinking of taking anything.
HELL NO.
Enjoying life.
OH DAMN. That is ONE hard question. Oh jeeze. Um, I don't think I have a favourite book. I pretty much loved all the books I read as a child, but I suck at following plot lines and going, "Oh this happened in this book." So if there ever is a book that I can go, "Yeah, that happened here." Then... you know.
Haven't had one, but the first car I remember being in was the black Volvo that I hated sitting in during the summer. My ass did not like the scorching leather.
Beautiful. Also, hilarious as hell when you're with a friend who is scared of them.