I'm going insane.


No, stop that. That's impossible, look how much crap you're on. It's quiet. Inside. I'm not sure I like it, but I've gotten used to it. I'm not sure this is any better, but I've... gotten used to it. The tension and paranoia is gone, as is the rumination. But so is everything else and I'm frightened. To be honest I'm barely functioning, mentally and motivationally. I feel mobile but comatose. I can't think straight. Or I've been thinking too straight. Either way, the change is noticeable.

Well.

I feel content. But I don't feel like taking measures to extend it. I can't put any effort into anything. I've stopped short of my duties. My priorities are very, very jacked up. And it's difficult to remember that I have any, or ever did. I'm tired. I really am. I don't want to do this anymore. I never did and it explains my extreme reluctance to do anything.


I would prefer the opposite of my current state. Physically comatose but mentally EXPLODING WITH AWESOME! God that'd be the shit.






"You're extreme."

Indeed.

TV Tropes Will Ruin Your Life.


"Hmm I think I'll go to bed early today, hoho, it's only 1.45am."

Later...

"Damn that took a long time. Oh it's 4."


Maaaaaaaaannnnnnnn.......

I... I've been reading so much and it just won't end! Why won't it end?! WHY?!! ......................END!!! And I'm not even anywhere near finishing either (eye-thur). Sob.. sooob....

Reading TV tropes: Ultra. Productive. My favorites thus far are the Disney Acid Sequence, Thirty Xanatos Pileup, Magnificent Bastard (two words: Big Boss \^o^/) and Deadpan Snarker. And You Fail Sex Ed Forever.

Dear God now I'm reading Metal Gear Solid webcomics featuring the last days of Foxhound. NERD!! I was at Marukai with J, bespectacled with my new spectacles, when he shoved me hard and shouted "NERD!!" and scurried away. I cried and found myself next to the Unwanted Vegetables shelf where they place and relabel all the nearly-expired produce with dirt cheap prices. Oh the humanity. But wait: mushrooms for 69 cents?? Count me in. And a squashy plastic packet of green bell peppers for 55 cents. Oh. Shiet. Well I got excited.





Um I haven't slept yet and my forehead pains me. Now apply a chaste kiss to relieve said forehead-pain. Assuming you are tall enough BWAHAHAHA.... I really need to get over my height complex: it is, how you say, "not that crazy." What is crazy is the disproportionate amount of short people I hang out with.





Is my hair long yet? Hurry up oh my gawd! Come on, man, I wanna be a mermaid--hurry uppp! Tch it doesn't even cover my nipples that's pathetic. HOW can I be a mermaid when I can't even cover up the ONLY "inappropriate" body part(s) a mermaid has?? Not covering them is not a solution, I am far to demure and modest and reasonable for that. Heh heh... And I would rather not wear one of those seashell-coconut-seaweed-crab body-floating sea refuse-bras. I.. I hate them D:

There, there, ViVi... No frowny faces here--OH MY GOD GO TO SLEEP YOU SUCK BALLS



I want a cookie.. so.. badly...