18th post
Well hello again.
*sigh* I’ve had so much thinking time, I don’t think it’s healthy. Did you know they said keeping a diary isn’t healthy? I don’t want to stop though. It’s one of those things that once you start, you can’t stop. I just came back from my second trip to Parkmore. I got this top for $5 at Go-Lo. : D bargain. Anyway, I pity those that are still going to school. Poor, poor you people. *sigh* Being at my gran’s place hasn’t done much for me. I’d rather roll around in my own bed. I mean, there’s not much room here, so I have to sleep in my aunt’s bed…with her. Did that sound wrong? Anyway, I’m scared I take up too much room or hog the blanket or something and so I’m …ugh, I was gonna say stiff. My gosh, why not? I’m not a guy. I can be stiff and sleep with my aunty in her bed. Hahaha. Anyway, don’t you hate it when you want more sleep, but you just can’t get it. omg, why does this keep sounding so bad?!! Ugh, I give up.
I was told by a friend’s mother that I was evil because I go out too much. Omg, that is the worst thing someone could say to me. 1) I hardly even go out. 2) I’m not evil. 3) what does she know? Hahaha, no offence or anything, if you’re reading this. Pfft, but I doubt she will. And so yeah. Ugh, I have something I want to tell you people. Actually I don’t but what the heck. Oh, and by the way, this is an online diary. That kinda hit me the other day, that I actually have an online diary. I thought that only weirdo’s have online diaries. But then again, I’m not totally out of that category. I meant that people who put their diaries on the internet are weird because the whole world knows their thoughts and stuff. Well. Dw, I’m probably not making sense.
Well back to what I wanted to say. I think I act differently in front of different people. I mean well, I don’t go high in front of my grandma and other stuff. Like, *sigh* at that dinner with Alan, I just felt weird. Like …I dno, I can’t explain it. I mean well I’ve tried to connect the different me’s, but I dno, it just doesn’t really work. I’m so much more quieter in front of my relatives than other people, but that might be because they’re always judging. Oh I dno. Well it’s just some particular relatives that judge me hardcore. Like all my relatives on my dad’s side are so bad!! I mean they blame everything on my mum as well. Ugh, I hate them. They’re always like: “My children are smarter than yours. My children go to a private school. I’m so rich. I lick my mum’s ass and like it just so that she’ll like me.” Ugh, it makes me sick.
On the whole, I can be the same person, but like a teacher said: “some people are just quiet. It’s a defense mechanism.” I don’t like being quiet. But then again, I’m usually only quiet when I’m brain dead with nothing to say. That’s the worst thing. I hate it when I have nothing to say. I normally don’t though. Reading this, it sounds like I’m some mental patient in need of professional help. I don’t really, but I just …I dno. Ugh. I hate this. I prefer writing in my actual diary diary, but I’m too lazy. But this is so weird. You know all my personal stuff. Well I can blame myself if anything gets weird between us, coz it’s me that writing this stuff and putting it on the internet. Omg, anyone could be reading this. Please don’t stalk me.
So far, I’v’nt said anything majorly interesting. Except that I have major mood swings. God, I don’t really. I hate the term “mood swings”. That’s for people with PMS. Wow, I’m on my 3rd page of Word. I really need to get a life and stop talking to you. Well, since you’ve read up to here, well you won’t mind if I kept going, will you? Of course not. Well I’m not stopping you from getting up and walking off, am I? Noooo. Well, hahaha, I’ll make another post coz I don’t think this will fit.
Kimo
*sigh* I’ve had so much thinking time, I don’t think it’s healthy. Did you know they said keeping a diary isn’t healthy? I don’t want to stop though. It’s one of those things that once you start, you can’t stop. I just came back from my second trip to Parkmore. I got this top for $5 at Go-Lo. : D bargain. Anyway, I pity those that are still going to school. Poor, poor you people. *sigh* Being at my gran’s place hasn’t done much for me. I’d rather roll around in my own bed. I mean, there’s not much room here, so I have to sleep in my aunt’s bed…with her. Did that sound wrong? Anyway, I’m scared I take up too much room or hog the blanket or something and so I’m …ugh, I was gonna say stiff. My gosh, why not? I’m not a guy. I can be stiff and sleep with my aunty in her bed. Hahaha. Anyway, don’t you hate it when you want more sleep, but you just can’t get it. omg, why does this keep sounding so bad?!! Ugh, I give up.
I was told by a friend’s mother that I was evil because I go out too much. Omg, that is the worst thing someone could say to me. 1) I hardly even go out. 2) I’m not evil. 3) what does she know? Hahaha, no offence or anything, if you’re reading this. Pfft, but I doubt she will. And so yeah. Ugh, I have something I want to tell you people. Actually I don’t but what the heck. Oh, and by the way, this is an online diary. That kinda hit me the other day, that I actually have an online diary. I thought that only weirdo’s have online diaries. But then again, I’m not totally out of that category. I meant that people who put their diaries on the internet are weird because the whole world knows their thoughts and stuff. Well. Dw, I’m probably not making sense.
Well back to what I wanted to say. I think I act differently in front of different people. I mean well, I don’t go high in front of my grandma and other stuff. Like, *sigh* at that dinner with Alan, I just felt weird. Like …I dno, I can’t explain it. I mean well I’ve tried to connect the different me’s, but I dno, it just doesn’t really work. I’m so much more quieter in front of my relatives than other people, but that might be because they’re always judging. Oh I dno. Well it’s just some particular relatives that judge me hardcore. Like all my relatives on my dad’s side are so bad!! I mean they blame everything on my mum as well. Ugh, I hate them. They’re always like: “My children are smarter than yours. My children go to a private school. I’m so rich. I lick my mum’s ass and like it just so that she’ll like me.” Ugh, it makes me sick.
On the whole, I can be the same person, but like a teacher said: “some people are just quiet. It’s a defense mechanism.” I don’t like being quiet. But then again, I’m usually only quiet when I’m brain dead with nothing to say. That’s the worst thing. I hate it when I have nothing to say. I normally don’t though. Reading this, it sounds like I’m some mental patient in need of professional help. I don’t really, but I just …I dno. Ugh. I hate this. I prefer writing in my actual diary diary, but I’m too lazy. But this is so weird. You know all my personal stuff. Well I can blame myself if anything gets weird between us, coz it’s me that writing this stuff and putting it on the internet. Omg, anyone could be reading this. Please don’t stalk me.
So far, I’v’nt said anything majorly interesting. Except that I have major mood swings. God, I don’t really. I hate the term “mood swings”. That’s for people with PMS. Wow, I’m on my 3rd page of Word. I really need to get a life and stop talking to you. Well, since you’ve read up to here, well you won’t mind if I kept going, will you? Of course not. Well I’m not stopping you from getting up and walking off, am I? Noooo. Well, hahaha, I’ll make another post coz I don’t think this will fit.
Kimo
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