It has been forever since the last blog post, but then again, since when has it never? And I've already promised that I wouldn't be blogging consistently or often.
Anyways, I think Ghost has been exorcised. Maybe. I don't know. It's just not working. Nothing ever does, does it. I'm not talking about that today, though.
MY NERVES ARE SO TERRIBLY GRATED I CAN'T EVEN. There. I said it. Why? Well, currently, it's the June holidays and so I have been doing approximately nothing (apart from meet-ups and projects and homework and the like). Also a lot of internet. Definitely a lot of internet. And well, because I am totally out of my freaking father's way, he's got a problem with that. Um, excuse you, Mr. I've-Got-This-Huge-Flaming-Stick-Up-My-Ass! Shut the fuck up, and get the fuck out! Seriously?? I'm not even bothering you! I don't bother you on a normal basis either! Geez! Just fuck the hell off! The hell is your problem??
Okay, so I'm inactive! SO FUCKING WHAT?? It's not the end of the world, and even if it is, so fucking what? Accept it and move the hell on! Why do you want to live for so long anyway? The world isn't as nice a place as you think it is. Stop interfering. Stop commanding me to do your every bidding. I'm not your dog. If you really want one, go get some money and buy one, for fuck's sake. You want to take my laptop away? Okay, I've got my phone, right? That still has access to the internet. I've got books that I borrowed before the holidays, right? That doesn't need the internet to function. You've got a life right? SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MINE.
I don't need you to stick your nose into every little thing I do! You don't on a normal basis, why the hell would you do it now? Why the hell do you feel the need to do it now? You've never really been part of my life, so why the hell do you think you should be now?? FUCK THE HELL OFF. I've already had enough of you. If you think I should get cancer, that's your opinion. Don't shove it down my throat, and don't act like you know me oh-so-well because you don't know the first thing about me. You don't know why you don't know so much, and it should stay that way. You're just an ignorant piece of shit and you should just go about your own life as I do mine. I'm certainly not going to give you 12 page reports of what went on in my day, and you don't bother to find out, so just fuck the hell off. Mind your own damn business, because I hate being your child.
And if at the end of the day, all you're going to do is curse me with cancer just because I'm not the golden girl you wished for, then fuck you, because maybe you shouldn't have given birth to me if you're not going to accept me for who I am. You should have just left me the hell alone before I was even really alive, because I fucking hate you. I always have, and I probably always will. Don't give me that "forever doesn't exist" bullshit because I will show you how forever can exist, because nothing is impossible, no?
Call me a spoilt, ungrateful brat, whatever, but I wish I was never born.
