New?

Funnily enough, not much has changed in the past few months.
Only thing new is that I've cut myself off from facebook. Which is a good thing, since I've never been that person who has lots of "friends"; and this break has given me clarity as to my view on "friends". I've realized that I'm not actually a social person as I've tried to make myself out to be. The feeling of seclusion is a more comfortable to me than being surrounded by people.
Don't think that I'm trying to make myself a hermit due to lack of friends.... It's just that over the past two years I've come to know myself and how I am around people. I've lost many great friends over the silliest things. And it's heartbreaking to lose contact with wonderful people; but I've come to realize exactly why these falling-outs happen. The reason is that I won't care for bullshit and emotional dramas.
Sure, I've been called selfish and a bitch plenty of times, and I've cried every single time. Now I've realized that it's for the better in the end. Because I've been told countless times that I let people take advantage of me, and that I carry other peoples emotional baggage for them. After a while people tend to get used to it and keep adding on and on to this strain until it finally breaks mind and spirit. Then I make snide remarks which in turn, turns it all into emotional hell.

Safe to say, I'm sick of people treating me like that; and sick of people in general.
So that is why I'm a "hermit" now.
(And I deleted facebook because I don't want my "friends" to remind me that I'm a "hermit".)

squeal

Need.

3:08AM

Can't sleep tonight.

I don't know if I'm keeping myself awake on purpose, or my body just doesn't want to function right now..

I need some fresh air.

I'm trying not to run outside naked, but the thought sounds fantastic.

Wicked

"And who can say that I've been changed for the better"

Venus

 

Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,

To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn!

Shakespeare

Why, there love lived, and there he could not die.

Ohnoes!

I can't really grasp the concept that I'm growing up.

Why can't I dress up everyday? 

Why can't I talk with a fake accent for a week?

Why can't I have epic battles on the monkey bars until sunset?

Oh.. Right.. I have this thing called a job and responsibilities.