I just think it's hilfuckinglarious.

Everyone, in my school staff, is convinced that I am suicidal. They were all focusing on what I was doing instead of paying attention to people who have the real problems.

And then someone stabbed their grandmother to death. 

My teachers should get their priorities straight.

[Currently listening to: "A Smaller God" - Darling Violetta]

[Btw, birthday was on the 23rd. :)]

And almost everyone believes...

This blogging thing is more difficult than I thought. 

Today, I wasn't really myself. I'm not quite sure what happened. I danced around with my iPOD, put on crazy lipstick, smiled all day long, laughed, politely communicated with the sane...

I deserve an Oscar for my magnificent performance. I was anything but happy. It hasn't exactly been a good week. Anyone who truly knows me would have seen through the happy girl illusion though. I'm wearing something other than my usual black/black/red, a sure sign that I'm depressed. 

It's so weird...Wearing color makes me sad. But seeing it is awesome. I don't think I'm ever really going to understand myself.

[Currently listening to: "Feathery Wings"- Voltaire]

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