* I do admit to owning four different Winnie the Pooh plushies, but I am very much of the opinion that it is a virtual impossibility to have too many Winnie the Pooh plushies. As Winnie the Pooh is probably my most favorite of philosophers, I am convinced that any one who takes the time to give me anything that stands as an homage to Pooh truly understands my persona. :D
Labels: bad, deathsomethingfucker, ennui, I hate school, prom, sad, shit
I have a question for all of you; Do you ever feel like you're waiting for something? That's the only way I can describe this certain state of ennui I've been in. It can't be just boredom, and I know I'm not entirely depressed — since I'm well acquainted with the effects of depression... ask me how! — but it just feels like there's something essential missing in my life, and I'm just waiting for it to happen. And I don't know what it is. It's just a something that I don't understand. That's how vague it is in my head; "a something." And I am never vague, let alone vague in my head. I always know at least what I mean, even if I'm not understanding everyone else, to a point of almost finite detail. Needless to say, this something {to be herein known as the "deathsomethingfucker"} is really screwing with my system.
Deathsomethingfucker, your inarticulate vagueness is angering my soul. Just give me a sign! /throws hands up in air.
(Also, I am shaking my fists. I wanted to go to the "Flirt Prom" collection by Maggie Sottero, and THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING THERE UNTIL THE NEXT PROM SEASON!!! Wayne Bradey is gonna have to choke a bitch. Right. Helling. Now.)
Current Music: Apple Candy — Ben Lee
But you smell like Apple Candy...
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