Janushka's Pudding Pie's Blurty

I'm just Frontin'.
This sucks.

Keru hates me.

I might get into detail another time.

But not now.

I feel crappy.

I have a big weight on my shoulders.

The only thing that makes things better is listening to Jason.

Rose is gone.

Good thing, or a bad thing?

I haven't cried as much.

That's a good thing, I guess.

I'm lonely.

That's a bad thing.

I want a tatoo.

I wish I was queen of the Shadowkhan.

Can't wait 'til the concert.

Hope I can go.

I wish Keru forgives me.

Running out of donuts.

Having weird dreams.

Going out with Eric.

My two best friends are on vacation.

Amy's in New Jersey.

Yari's in Mexico.

Have to read a book or two.

Must memorize long ass poem.

I wish I had a life.

I wish my wishes came true.

I can't wait until December.

The Last Samurai.

Samurai X.

Rurouni Kenshin.

Stupid Cartoon Network.

Humanity sucks butt.

Elvis, was a hottie.

I feel really really ultra mega crappy.

But I smile.

Just smile!

Put a smile on your face!

Make the world a better place!

You know, those Hershey commercials, with Vitamin C's song!

Superman rocks.

Kryptonite, yeah!

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?

If I'm alive and well, will you be there, holding my hand?

Song goes on, of course.

Whatever.

Leave me alone.

Never mind.

Don't leave me alone.

I want all my friends here with me.

Yes, Keru included.

Anyone I consider my friend.

Everyone on my buddy list.

Bring your friends, too.

But pay attention to me.

Please?

Don't hate me, Keru.

Someone, anyone, save me from this hellhole.

Somebody saaaaaaaaave me.......

Smallville theme song.

Good song.

I'm going to Chicago on Friday.

Revisiting old memories.

Of my hometown.

I hafta bring my Jason Mraz CD.

I wish I had complete and total freedom.

And happiness.

And whatever I wanted.

But thats not possible.

Life sucks.

Oprah Winfrey, number one pop icon?

Who knew?

Well

Since no one cares

I'm going to stop writing now.

Just because.

All my feelings,

Should be said

Not typed.

But, ya know

Things are things.

I can't control it.

I wish I could.

Look, I'm a liar.

I didn't stop.

But I'm going to stop now.

See? This is my last message.

Besides this one.

And this next one:

Good bye, I love you, even if you don't love me.

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Curbside Prophet by Jason A good song to put up a front with