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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Popularity.

Oh dear lordy.

why is it that everybody tries so hard to be popular?

I know some really nice people who're... nice, and they'd be the perfect friend for me, but their lives a wasted trying to be well-liked, or trying to get into a relationship with a whore. It's rlyrly sad.

I haven't really made any close friends at my new school - just a people I hang around with but secretly really hate. I don't feel I could even hold a truly interesting conversation with anyone. I have to vomit some small talk. (By the way, if I haven't already said, I think small talk is GAY.)

Well, what I'm really trying to say is for some reason (well, not just some reason), I kinda don't want these particular people to like me.

Butnotreallythough.

I'M CONFUSED.

comment HERE.





i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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