Wednesday, June 15, 2011
There is a reason why I usually blog when cranky or fed up.
I mean, if you are enjoying your wonderful life somewhere somewhat, then why would you be blogging anyway.
I'd rather resume that life and not waste a single bit away on this not-exactly-time-consuming but still a dumping ground for the most prized possession - time.
Which is thus the reason I frequent this time/land-fill so much.
I seriously don't feel like doing anything with anyone anymore.
Just come up with some itinerary for an aloof, dejected individual.
Alone, I don't need to care if anyone else has time.
I don't need to care if anyone else bothers about the distance.
I don't need to care if anyone else bothers about the people who are going.
I don't need to care if anyone else bothers about what I intend to do.
I don't need to care about anyone at all.
Just myself. Because I am entirely sick and tired of caring.
I am a fucking bitch.
Like seriously.
Not literally though.
I say what people want to hear.
That it doesn't matter. No problem. It's ok. I don't wanna anyways.
But the thing is, it's not ok.
I don't even know why I said so.
I really don't know.
I was trying to think of the reason for the past 5 minutes.
Because it's the right thing to do so?
Maybe, oh wells.