Me: Do you think Jesus’ bones exist?
Dad: Yeah, why not.
Me: WRONG, IF THEY DID THEN IT WOULD DEFEAT THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF JESUS GOING TO HEAVEN BOTH BODY AND SOUL…AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A CATHOLIC.
Year 4: 140
Year 6: 154
Year 7: 156
Year 8: 160
Year 9: 168
Year 10: 175
Year 11: 180
Year 12: HOPEFULLY IM 183CM SO I CAN BE FUCKING 6’0
Wow, it feels so weird reading all these posts knowing that I wrote them a year ago. It’s amazing how much can happen in a year and how fast the years go by.
Fuck, next minute I’ll be having my 69th birthday or some shit.
People are so insensitive and unsympathetic nowadays, I feel that thinking people go too far with their jokes and don’t know what the word ‘limit’ means makes me an astray to society. People are just so insincere and extremely inconsiderate when it comes to playing out a joke, such purposely aiming at one’s insecurities, teasing their appearance and ability to perform set task or their lack of co-ordination only to be followed by calling it a ‘joke’ when the person the joke is aimed at gets offended and takes it to heart..? Fucking pathetic.
Sure, it’s reasonably understandable if a person doesn’t say anything and is genuinely laughing along to your joke because it doesn’t phase him. But if a person has told you to stop and you still keep going, then mate you’re a bully. What ever happened to the good old proverb of “[Treating] one another the way you would want to be treated”? I’m pretty sure if shoes were swapped you wouldn’t like it if someone were to aim at all your insecurities and treat it like some ‘joke’.
Call me sensitive, or whatever. But I just have feelings.
And I think you’re from another world. And I could never love another girl. Because you make me feel like I’m intoxicated.
Come up to meet you. Tell you I’m sorry. You don’t know how lovely you are.
I hate it how things are much easier said than done. I wish I had the capability of doing things without having to question or doubt myself because every time I have the desire to do something I always end up at the opposite side-constantly thinking of all the negative things that could possibly come out of it, over shadowing the positives, when in reality the positives greatly outweigh the negatives. I hate how I make things seem much more complicated than it really is. I’m so frustrated with myself, why am I like this? I’m so complicated, I don’t even understand myself…
I’ve learnt to cherish the moments I feel content with everything in my life because I know that it won’t last forever.