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Friday, October 17, 2008


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Jenny: Well, it's true: My ex sucks elephant balls. And his dad's balls. And his girlfriend's balls. Little whore. I swear, if he were about 20 years older, he could be the evil twin of Weird Al. He looks exactly like him. XD SRSLY. ily2, bby. Especially because you commented me twice. Good job! You get a cookie.^^

Stephanie: What?! I'm being blocked out by the FCC of the internet?! YOU SEE, STEPHI?!?!?! THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE IS AGAINST ME!!! >0< ... Or, more likely, I have a split personality who takes over while I'm asleep and posts porn on here. Yes, that makes so much more sense. And, yes, yes, come visit me sometime. Lavi too. Hell, bring the whole crew, I'd love to meet everyone on here in person sometime.

Cassie: Yes. You have the perfect attendance award of my comments for the past 3847817407 years. Which is really weird, considering I only met you about a year and a half ago or thereabouts.... But, anyway, congrats.

T-T My throat hurts. I need some tea and throat lozenges or something. Arg. I hate flu season. '-__-
It's been hellaz boring round here all day. Well, except for me just finding out that one of my best friends Sebastian cut himself recently. On purpose. *sigh* I really hope he's not going back down THAT road. He was a cutter in 8th grade, so he has a history with that crap.
But the really sick part is, I'm not so much worried about him as much as I am jealous of him. Jealous of him for being able to lie so convincingly, for being able to smile and laugh like he's okay when he's actually upset enough to mutilate himself, for being able to grit his teeth and bear it without anyone suspecting him of hurting inside. I'm always so obvious when it comes to stuff like that. I can never fake a smile or act like I don't worship the ground my crushes walk. And, I hate it. I can never keep a single secret, no matter how hard I try because I'm the worlds worst liar. The essence of the epitome of obvious.
And that just makes me so damn vulnerable, because for That Guy and every other ass-hole I ever crushed on, it means I'm a total sitting duck. They could shatter me into a trillion pieces with just a flick of their wrists and they know it, because I always end up telling them. *sigh* Some days, I just feel like I'm made of broken glass and baby flesh, because I'm just that transparent and fragile. But anyway...
I guess I'll leave the emo-ness up to the professionals for now. Broken hearts and sob stories are only sexy when the boys with the scene hair and eye-liner work them, I guess.


Why do the concepts of these videos always have to ruin the intimacy of the song for me?
Seriously, I love MayDay Parade, but did they HAVE to make this into a stereotypical, I'M SO SEXY, I GET ALL THE GIRLS, party song? I mean, it just kinda ruins it for me. It's so contrived.
*sigh* I don't know, I'm just kinda sick of the Vegas vibe in these music videos.
anyway...
Ily all.
~Love, Belinda

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