Screwy

ANTHONY CALLEA IS AWESOME.

If he doesn't win, I'll scalp them Aussies meself. Heehee. Not that there's much chance of that happening. Is there? Ooh.

Oh my. I cannot believe I'm posting 4 times today. Where's my brain gone? What am I doing online? Oh. Scratch the brain part. Mine turned solid through lack of use a looooong time ago. As my poor, burdened best friend would gladly tell you. Over and over and over and over and... Nevermind.

May I please indulge in a bout of missing someone? Please? Please? Sigh. Feeling all downers is addictive. Really. And NO. I am NOT that weird. Well.. maybe I am. It's not a crime. Is it? IS IT?

I've always turned to writing get my feelings out of my system. But this time it isn't bloody working! Man, I pity the keys. If only I could transfer the frustration that's making my fingers assault the keyboard into something tangible on screen.. then maybe this feeling'll fade. Oh well. Hoping for a miracle was never my kind of thing. So I'll just stick to making the poor innocent keyboard suffer.

For some reason I always sound incredibly preachy when I write. To me, at least. Or affected. Heck, I don't know the proper word but it just ain't natural. To me la.

All right, hell. I feel like crap right now. Hormonal mood swings, maybe? Damn. The bane of teenage life, huh. I have a feeling I know what's causing it, but that's for my own lil private stewpot. And believe me. Stewing is what I'm doing right now. At my own stupidity, of course.

How can you hate something so much, yet want it just as badly at the same time?

This is precisely why I think I'm so screwed up.

PS: DJ, I'll have to look for 'em first. If I find them, you'll be the first to know okay? ;)