I loved your memo, btw...

''It's not a memo, it's a mission statement.''

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

"Trust Me (You Don't Want To See This)"
[Music Lucy Woodward, "While You Can" album]
While I can sulk and be envious of how I think everyone is going ahead of me in every aspect, I am not. It would be stupid to say I didn't learn anything this year. As the semester is ending, I am reflecting to discover I have learned more about myself.

Did nothing happen to be this semester? Of course not. Not only did I meet some incredible new people, some who thankfully reminded me that I don't always have to be in a rush, I found out that there's so much unwritten in my future. I always thought I wanted to do this one thing, but the more I look into it, I don't know anymore.

So this summer, I'm going home, wiser, less confident, stronger, and more fragile. Here's to the next rollercoaster rise and fall...
"Escape"
[Music Amy Studt, "False Smiles" album]

Things I want to get off my chest.
1. So what if it's anonymous and you don't mean to offend anyone, not everyone can laugh at themselves. You offended me today like you offended everybody. Other people might be able to shrug it off, but I'm not built like that. This is why I'm afraid to respond to your stupid questions.

2. It's like fucking SG high school again. I hate that fucking period of my life and I never want to see you muthafukas again! Unless I become super successful or something, I am not going to any stupid reunions to see you gloating bitches again. You guys in your stupid clique will never be satisfied with making others feel bad because of your own fucking insecurities. Go fuck the hell off. I hope you have a miserable life ahead of you.

3. It is so difficult. God, please get a hold of yourself and deal. It's just like the rest of the sheep. Please. I do not want to hear it. Ugh.

4. Don't you just hate people who use you?

5. I am not going to be there for you if you were never there for me. Geez, when you have problems with your friends or whatever, then you come to me. "Sorries" can only go so far. How much time does it take to go out for a drink or something? The only thing I regret is how much time I wasted on you. Boy, I am foolish.

And if you're reading this and thinking I'm writing about you, then you really are muthafkin stupid becuz it's not. So go feck off! The end. :)