Been ages...

How are my delectably demented friends?

I've been good. Slightly fucked up, but mostly good. I've been (not) studying, (not) taking care of myself and pretty much stalking Mr. HANV. (i am such a saad person). Talked to him for the first time today. Dammit, all this crush-y business is such a pain. Esp. since he already has the "other" 50%. I guess the saddest part of being a human is that that we refuse to see logic even when its out there, in a fluorescent rabbit suit, holding a large basket of Easter Eggs and singing Bieber's "Baby" at the top of its voice.

Pictured above: Logic.

Demmit! This is stupid! Its also incredibly girly! X(

Blah blah. I don't know why I waste time this way.

I have more important things to think about.

I just can't remember them.

Sigh.

Like an umbrella...

They get you when they need you.
They use you throughout the rainy months.
They don't give a damn about you. 
They can't spare a few moments to take care of you.
Even though you give everything you have.
Even if you put your life into it.
You're always at the bottom of the bag.
Rain goes, your existence becomes a burden.
Soon you're not even in the bag.
You're somewhere on the street, stuck in the mud.
Tired, broken, helpless.
And you see them walk by with a new umbrella in their hands.
Before you feel sorry for their new victim,
The garbage man picks you up.
And now you're really in a dump.

http://www.soundofwater.com/gallery/umbrella.jpg

I put my LIFE into doing donkey-work for those pathetic, disgusting beings. I dropped everything - my life, my friends, my ego, my work - for them. I doubted some of the most amazing friends I've ever had. I was at their beck-and-call 24*7. I fucking worshiped them.


Now they're in a jam because of someone. And they are blaming me. 


Filthy Bastards.


I hope their life sucks.


Hate me for who I am, but don't you EVER accuse me of doing something that I would NEVER do.