Another day i failed to accomplish anything particularly other than the creation of some invites for my brother's birthday party. I don't care though. I wanted to generally de-clutter my life but have only so far managed to clutter the bin with food wrappers and drinks bottles. I've only really got excited over the fact my dad bought me some Krusha and that i had plenty of mail from my one and only to give me a reason to sign on this morning,(in reality was the afternoon, mmm lay-in).
I can't help but listen to the same songs, wear the same things and survive for the intent of fully living when the time comes. Right now it's the case of getting things done and not letting kids with angst and a hard-on for the interweb try verbally abuse me over msn for something that i frankly again don't care about. Aren't i just another shitty little kid from the UK who doesn't give a fuck about anything? Wrong. I just don't give a fuck about you and/or what you have to say about me. I care about the people I'VE decided I want to remain friends with, college, my health and predominantly (for good reasons) how much money i'm making. Aren't i shallow? Pathetic? Harsh? No i'm just realistic and have some respect, actually.
There is a lot of euphoria in the media at the moment over possible sightings of Madeline McCann, all these people claiming to have seen her, yet sat by and let her disappear again. If you think i'm a nasty person, what about these people? One minute the media is convinced she has been taken by a paedo ring, the next she is in Greece, Holland, the ground. Anything to fill the pages, suprisingly the World keeps turning.
'When you no longer have anyone to hate you hate yourself' - not going to happen.
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