Math LOL's

You know, when most people think of highschool, they're probably bound to think of hookups and drama.

Where is my drama, you ask?

Oh well it's right here. It's math.

After typing that I can't help but find myself wonder how many math posts I've had in this blog over the two years it's existed, because as you all know; we both have a very hateful relationship. I just find that sometimes, I might need more space from math that math feels it should give me...

And that's when we fight.

In other words, I love Laura time.

I love music.

I love old-macs-working-like-new with eBay-purchased-airport-cards.

I love letting it get dark with only the glow of excited laptop screens.

I love speaking with a new discovered confidence over curry-with-not-enough-sauce to a once-terrifying-mother.

I love best friends and sitting in adorable-bed-coves almost literally saying goodbye to your depression.

I love this.

A long breath.

Some people say in long paragraphs what has been held up inside me, inside my heart for so long.

This gives me a sigh of relief that even if I don't have the courage to stand up for myself, someone else out there in this beautiful world will face their fears, to stand up for the same cause.

Thanks Carson.

august twenty-fifth.

I wrote a song for you...
i wrote a song for you,
about the one that got away

it was a happy tune
this little song for you
even though it's topic didn't stay

i don't wish i could turn back
don't want to see how it ends
how it ends

i don't wish i could turn back
don't wanna know
what they said
what they said

i wrote a song for him,
and a few poems too,
the one that never came

it was a lustful tune
this little song for him
all though the feeling didn't stay

my feelings never stay...

Maybe It'll Be Famous.

Blogs are annoying as hell.

I actually sometimes have no idea why I even continue to have one.

But I guess I will never comes to terms with myself and just delete it, because I still take pride in my silly website, in a way. There's tons of stuff and things I've perhaps wasted (or not wasted) writing on here.

I will give up none of it.

And you don't look like me either, oh, and fuck feminism.

You know,

I'm sick and tired of righteous people posting on bullshit blogs about "What the fuck is WRONG with people?!" Cause whenever I see that statement, I think "wow, idiot, that's you." 

Don't go and bitch or complain about the human race, because you're in it. You're human. You're here. And you also happened to have to do with everybody else. There's a difference between making observations based on humanity, and downright trashing it like you're above every other "WRONG person" in the world. 

This is your mother. And she's telling you that you're NOT special, and your NOT getting another chocolate, so shut the fuck up and suck on your pacifier. 

How's that for, "I Like To Be Mad"?