its 2.14 in the am.
why am i still up?
i have to fake a smile tomorrow for teachers day at 7am,
going back to my secondary school,
to prove to people that my life is better than theirs,
and I'm hotter too.
and that is why i have this mask on my face,
while typing.
call me vain,
but its just reassurance.
don't roll your eyes at me.
my kidney is hurting a little bit.
why.
i don't know.
like as if there's a little leprechaun poking it with a needle,
giggling in laughter,
dancing round my kidney,
poke. poke. poke.
is it cause I've been eating chocolates for dinner?
should i blame my new fridge in my room?
or should i blame gluttony.
or maybe i should shove the blame up my ass and shut it.
wow.sudden randomness.
with slightly reddish eyes.
and half-working brains.
my PowerPoint slides are not done.
how am i going to impress the China students.
do you think Oprah Winfrey is pretty?
i think her smile is beautiful.
but she paid like maybe 1.2 million for it?
and i think she needs make up.
loads of it.
for being a great woman she is,
she needs it even to sleep.
hm mm...
Britney spears is bisexual and dating her 'soul mate'.
a girl.
so what's new.
the opposite sex seems to not attract anymore.
sometimes i wish to be young again.
being 18 is hard.
i want to be 7 again,
when all i care was who can(not) run faster.
which is me.
that is why i was in the track and field team.
but smoking made me run slightly slower?
a pace or two.
I'm cutting down.
so much.
and if i turn fat like this one day, please tell me.
i love you.