Heart's A Mess
it makes no sense but i'm desperate to connect
May 30, 2009
KonFuZian (not the chinese philosopher.)


It's just confusion. I mean serious confusion. I don't know how to manage my emotions.

I am trying to find truth, see myself in my remarks because Teachers either LIE OR they COPY AND PASTE (which is almost equivalent to LYING) SO I should edit that to be:

Because Teachers always seem to lie in the remarks.

Here's what I got: Qistina is an active student with a cheerful disposition. She relates well to people at different levels; both peers and teachers (haha?). Her pleasant (i'm only pleasant? :( ) personality and good sense of humour are her winning ways.

Active? You say I'm active? You obviously haven't noticed how I seem to nod off during math or how I'm always sleepy before (and after) recess, hahahahahahahahahahalosershahahahahahaha, and um, by good humour, do you mean that I'm always laughing at the lame jokes people tell or
that I always crack lame jokes that people DONT laugh at? How do I relate well to people? Last time I checked, nobody came running to me with their problems... They can trust me and I guess, I can actually relate well to people. I mean if you've actually read my blog, you should know about the ABCDEFGkIJhLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ incident last year. I helped her out of it. Out of A&A. I don't know why I always feel left out. It's my fault. Because I feel left out, I detach and alienate myself from things. This is like experiencing Brecht first hand, Verfremdungseffekt indeed.

I want to finish reading The Odyssey. I found it in the school library but it's a reference book so I can't check it out. But I can always finish it when school reopens. I type a lot. I talk less now. But I type A LOT. bold, underlined, italicized.





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