Dude I just need to fucking vent. Because talking to people is not working.

Dear you,

Wtf is up with you. Jesus. I mean you play it off like we're getting back together but you won't tell me when. And wtf, how would you expect me to react when you make a 'kissy face' towards me? Of course I'm going to try and kiss you, it's what I want and you know it and you take advantage of the fact I still love you and want to be with you. Ugh. You're very fucking complicated.

And I guess I'm a crybaby, whiny little annoying bitch. Well guess what douchebag? I'm only like that because of you. Because you have to make things difficult. Yeah sure we've 'tried and tried' and you've 'given me chances' but shit, if you actually tried at this whole, be nice to your gf thing, you might just have a nice relationship with me. But no. You have to be a fucking dick to me the second we're together, and all fucking kissy face, fuck me, blow me, keep me company when I'm feeling lonely, I don't want to talk about us-bullshit. Yeah no thanks. I'm not going to fucking wait forever.

Fuck, what am I saying. Why am I trying to kid myself. I say that but I can't date anyone else because I'm not fucking over you. I tell myself I am and some days I feel like I am. But then I check into reality and I'm like, oh yeah, I'm still in love with that loser. Yay.

Just fucking shoot me already jesus fucking christ on a cracker I'm pathetic. Seriously wtf.

I want to keep ranting but I'm getting interrupted and losing my damn flow. Fuck me it's 6 am. Great. And I might hang out with you tomorrow. And I'm fucking seeing shit. omfg. This is all your fault. If you could just deal with shit, instead of being a fucking pussy footing fucking dickface then we'd still be together. If you would have just stuck around until after Baker fucked me sideways and made me open my eyes to this stupid ass world, and make me a bit more chill, we'd be fine. But no. You have to go be a f'n homo, and now look at me. Wow, thank you. Very much. I love this. Doucheface. God.

Love,
Crybaby Wahface

I feel bad for anyone reading this, I really do. Shit like this makes me want to shoot whoever wrote it because most of the time it's all emo poor me bullshit. But thankly mine is a littl ebetter because I'm just ranting on like an idiot.
Heh, yaaaaay for idiocracy!

yeah I'm done for now. But don't think you're done hearing from me.

I've recently thought about selling some of my better work as prints or possibly doing some more detailed work to sell as prints. But currently I have no print requests and that makes me sad.

I wonder if anyone would even buy any of it. No need to waste my time setting it up if no one will buy it them. haha.

There's so many things happening all at once! Well not entirely but there's a lot of important events.
I'm moving into the Baker Townhouses which is really nice and convenient. Since I don't have a car and all. I move in on the 10th!
But even before that is my surgery on the 5th with my sinuses..yay >.> NOT. But at least that should clear up my sinus issues after they fix my septum.
And I start class the 12th! I'm excited!
Me and my ex have been talking, which makes me really happy.
Well yeah that's it for now. I'm just bored really.

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So I have this heart,
Slowly mending, bending, stretching heart.
Plump scarlet surface; etched.
Names of two,
Past of many.
Oh how it urns for love.
Attachment is easy for a burning heart.
Swimming in my body,
Torn for two.
So wrap my heart in cellophane,
To keep it bound to one.
Longing for another,
And another:
Will only cause it's breaking.