"I want to meet someone that doesn’t know me at all. Doesn’t know my friends, doesn’t know friends of my friends, someone that is not connected to me in any way; a complete stranger. No preconceived notions of each other, both our pasts behind us. I just want to get their name and their number. I don’t want to add them on facebook, tumblr, twitter, whatever. We’re not going to text each other, IM each other, email each other, whatever. The only way we are going to communicate is face to face or voice to voice (on the phone). I want to get to know the real them and I want them to know the real me. I want it be pure and simple. If perfection is impossible, then I want it to be just shy of perfect. "

From aaronvincible.

Angela had a philosophical moment. Horin would be proud.

I feel like there are several reasons to these flippin’ bumps in the road: The people who paved it are idiots for leaving bumps. Then again, that’s how life is. We’re stupid for not stepping over them, especially if we see them. We’re stupid for hurting ourselves for stepping ON them and bitching at no one in general about the pain it’s causing us. Omg. I sound so philosophical. This was from a convo I had. I don’t think I was feeling myself when I said this. Then again, when do I ever feel like myself?

I cried myself to sleep last night.

Blame it on the alcohol.

"Drunken words are sober thoughts."

I feel so unemotional.

At the same time, I feel uber emotional.

On the outside, I'm indifferent. Right now, at least. But on the inside? I'm a complete mess.

I don't know whether to laugh at myself or cry.

I'm not even putting my heart into my Tumblr, atm. Instead of reblogging stuffs, I'm just liking everything.

Holy shit, what the hell is wrong with me?

You built up a world of magic, because your real life is tragic.

I kinda wish I would bleed.

Like just a bit would relieve me oh so much.

Lonely people are always up in the middle of the night.

I want to kiss you…so badly.

(title creds to nerissalorayna)

Not one of those "Cya later" ones. Not one of those "in the moment" ones. Not one of those passionless ones.

I want one that actually means something.

'Cause I know that it's going to mean something to me.

I want bliss.

Ignorance is bliss. Right?

I need to be on a permanent high if I'm to survive. Hm, so this is how potheads do it.

Dead tired. Week "flew by" and now it's break. Oh hey, college shit to do. I think that can wait 'til tomorrow. I fell dead asleep at the kitchen table-something rare. And I fell dead asleep and ended up at Coney Island. Another rare event.

I need sleep. Yea, Captain Obvious is working overtime tonight.

Headache.

Maybe I went a bit too hardcore on the alcohol. I almost passed out on my way down here. Hohums.

I wonder how I'm typing this correctly. I wonder how long I stayed downstairs. I wonder how many bottles I drank. Hmmmm. I need to pop a Tylenol later.

Heh I hear my parents talking.

Mom: Where's Angela? Tell her to come up and do dishes.

Dad: Pft. She's prolly drunk somewhere.

Omg. I made so many typos doing this post. Nappy time later?

Oh fuck to the yes.