Goodbye

Today, my mom told me again that my little sister is better than me. I wish I lived somewhere else. I also wish I could just go to sleep and never wake up.

I AM NOT INSANE

YAY.
This is a dress with many colors.

And also.
I AM OBSESSED WITH KID CUDI.
Kay bye

Parents are awkward creeperhawks

Indeedy they are.
In other news, I cannot get over Schmadamgate.
I should. I need to shut up.
But this is the final call for people to sign the war document.
Ahem:
I HEREBY COMMENCE THIS RIGID COMMENCEMENT PERTAINING TO A DOUCHE NAMED SCHMADAM. HE MUST BE PUNCHED.THAT IS ALL.

Drug Lady said I should be on a "radar"

Do I act like a future addict or something?
Odd.

WHOOO I'M NOT INSANE

I feel strange. Like things maybe MIGHT get better.
But now, It's gratuitous beautiful person time.

SURPRISINGLY, It is not Christian Bale. But James Marsden sort of pwns.

Note to Marissa again

DARN MY COMPUTER NOT ALLOWING ME TO COMMENT
And yes, it is normal. There is a difference between wanting to committ suicide and thinking about it (hehe you probs knew that but this is where I will go off in a tangent with my random knowledge about human brain chemistry because I can)
If you have thought about it and are worried about what it would do to your mom or whatever, you will never do it. Ever. Suicide is a decision made completely for oneself, and thus is every bit selfish. Of course it's NORMAL to ponder death.
But if you ever:
-Lose any desire to do anything
-Start overeating or undereating and losing weight (yeah...)
-Always get sick (depression makes you immuno suppressed)
-Lose sleep (yeah...me again) or sleep excessively
-Lose ability to concentrate
-Racing thoughts
-Cry more than once a week
-Lose weight


In conjunction with your musings of suicide, I have news for you : YOU ARE OF THE POOJA ILK. But I know you are not that way.
But to spare being a drama queen, there are always those periods of time where I have SO much energy and it's sort of awesome.

(end of section where I brag/bitch about my knowledge of serotonin and dopamine)

ANYWAY
I had no idea it was possible for me to HATE life so much. Sometimes, I think it would be easier to live in my dreams. But I guess I have to find one freaking thing to cling on too and that's my friends.

As I read over that, I seem REALLY emo. I mean it's not like I have cancer or herpes (btw, Schmadam's ex girlfriend Marcella has HERPES. Like LEGITIMATELY.I KID YOU NOT)
I find that INSANELY AMUSING. In a cruel, twisted, sadistic manner.

Pooja Patel is a BITCH.

Nuff said. That was a correction of a previous statement.