Awkward girl with random thoughts

"Look at those lovely love birds, holding hands, they're almost necking in the middle of the street. Why? Oh dear lawd! Oh you guys are gunna break up someday. Yes, and you'd totally regret doing so much PDA, eww.

Oh, such beautiful boobies!

Such fine ass! ..ugghh, but the face...

That is a cute dress!

Ugly shoes!

I miss my friends (highschool friends, online friends, "friends" I haven't met in real life yet). I wish we can hang out again.

I want to do a photoshoot with my ~ghurlsz~ again.

I remember that photographer who liked me and actually store my photos on his porn folder!

I need money.

I need money for a new phone.

I need money for new tattoos.

Food.

Money.

Food."

That is basically how my mind goes everyday. It goes in all directions. My thoughts are so hard to collect. So hard to concentrate on just a single thought. I can't keep up with my head most of the time. So...

People you just have to deal with

College… It’s nothing better than high school. Aside from having the freedom to go to somewhere during your class hours and dyeing your hair, it isn’t that much better than high school. Let’s not talk about the professors and the stress and not having your classes suspended even when it’s already flooding outside. Everyone who has gone through college or who are still in college already know that. So here’s something about the people you may deal with.

This "work" from '09, why I hate weheartit.com and some shit I'd like to blabber about

I am such a bore

I know no fun. I'm no gamer. You can't talk to me about DoTA or LoL or Diablo or L4D or CoD. No. I do know all those. I've played some of those, but I know little about them. I do drink. But I can't drink too much or I'll end up sitting on the tiled bathroom floor, vomiting my insides. It's because of my hyperacidity. Or ulcer. I really don't know which, I have not had it checked yet. I never felt that beautiful to be with someone. Or that voluptuous. I have the body of a twelve year old, haven't I told you that? I can dance. I can cook (a little). I can sing (occasionally). Of course I feel good about myself.
Sometimes, I feel too good about myself even.

I'm fine with just a book and holding your hand. Those two plus coffee. Or cigarettes. Or both. Or walking. Just walking with you. We can hold hands. We can talk. We can take pictures. Of us. Or not. It could be the children on the street, some flower, a bridge. Anything. Or maybe we could just enjoy the places and the comfortable silence between us. I'm good with that.

On finding yourself in a strange place. But it feels like home nonetheless.

Have you ever had that "I just don't belong here" feeling? When you just feel like you've been dropped by some spaceship in a peculiar, alien-filled world and you just feel lost and helpless? I got that too damn often for the past years. For the past four years to be particular.