Thursday, 15 April 2010.

sometimes I feel emo, because the world is so confusing and spins like a top and never loves us back.

but then I don't, because I know no one cares, and the thought is almost liberating.

maybe we just pity ourselves because we can't find anyone else to pity us
because we're all the same, under all the trappings of different letters and different thoughts

we speak two different languages with the same alphabet, the same words.

and it's not love at all, any more than Romeo and Juliet loved. Just a couple of silly kids who see in each other what was never there; but in having each other they had the world.
I want the world, too.
and I can't have it, not now- not ever
but just a smile is enough to make me feel as though it's all worth living for
even for a few seconds, it's enough

Today in Japanese the Erin video wasn't on Erin but on two girls called Megumi and Saki-chan. In which Saki-chan ran into Megumi and her boyfriend at the movies and Megumi got embarassed because she hadn't told her yet.

Lalalalala.

Today at lunch we discussed chemical bondage at lunch. At lunch at lunch at lunch. It is amusing to talk redundantly by accident, which is amusing. Or on purpose, which tends not to be accidental.

I notice I veer into inanity.

{ 7:22 pm }