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khs 6/1'03
dhs 1J'04, 2J'05, 3ICHIBAN, 4i-monster
5/6/91
Cello, Piano
dhscodyb, dhssc
Desires
iPod nano
contacts
pumps
nice bag; tote or handbag
new clothes
new books
good grades--the best for the last!
Music
Friday, June 23, 2006
blah blah blah stupid interview
Music- this random harp tune in my head
well ytd was the interview for gy and dyb. hoho. and here's sth i need to get off my chest:
i am sensitive enough to know how ppl are feeling just by looking and listening to them, but even though i know they may not be feeling particularly nice or whatsoever, i don't know how to react simply because my social skills do not match up to my age, which is my disability. This, in turn, leads to miscommunication and loathe. Still, i cannot bring myself to explain myself simply because i do not know how to communicate with people to express my feelings. I can only write them down and if you consider that communication, well, then i speak to the wastepaper basket. Everything that I have ever written goes into the dump. Just as well, since i can't bring myself to read my writing. The end.
But I don't care anymore. I hate so many things. When i reflect on myself I just feel like vomiting all over again. I don't want to fall into that cursed ravine like I did last year because it wasted so much time. argh.
oh well. ignore me.
I mumbled to myself not to mumble ever again- 6:35 PM
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