Reading past posts I’ve written; I am quite ashamed.

Pfft. Teenagers.

I’m frustrated at how I can’t express my thoughts in any outlet that first comes to mind: msn personal message, facebook or twitter.

So here comes Tumblr. I am 18 and I am not feeling good.

Apart from being ill, I am currently acting very childish and am very shitty.
I don’t even care that I am suppose to be ‘happy’ and ‘enjoy’ this day. I am shit.
I don’t recall having a good birthday since I was 4. No surprises, really.

Excuse me while I put on a happy face to greet tomorrow’s shit talk.

p.s fuck you. disappear from my mind. please.

These things are really appropriate for my blog, nor for facebook..
Tumblr you are my last resort haha

10 things you want:
* Cure for my PMS/PMDD (preferably natural)
* Good marks for VCE
* Luck in fashion and whatnot
* More time
* A clear state of mind
* An enjoyable 18th
* A future apartment
* A transient occupation/field of work
* Happiness

9 musicians/bands you love(currently):
* Corinne Bailey Rae!
* A Fine Frenzy
* Charlie Lim
* Yael Naim
* Regina Spektor
* Secondhand Serenade
* John Mayer
* Lights
* Bobby Valentino

8 things you do everyday:
* Wake up
* Use my phone
* Day dream
* Think/overthink
* Internetz
* Wear clothes
* Use profanities
* Listen to music

7 things you enjoy:
* Fashion
* Discussion
* Laughter
* Shopping
* Talking
* Satisfaction
* Photography

6 things that will always win your heart:
* Humour
* Clothing choices
* Intelligence/wit
* Generousity
* CBF - CAN be fucked
* Considerateness

5 favorites:* Movie: UP! (came to mind first)
* Song (currently): Corinne Bailey Rae.. anything!
* Book: I need to read.
* Food: Ice cream
* Season: Transeasonal

4 scents or smells you enjoy:
* Fresh air
* Chocolate
* Petrol
* Cologne

3 places you want to go:
* New York
* Japan
* Europe

2 favorite holidays:
* Mid-Year Holidays
* End of Year Holidays

1 person you’d marry on the spot:
* My job.

How do you remove followers?
I don’t want this here tumblr thing to be followed..
How was this account found, anyways =/

Eeeep, UNFOLLOW ME PLEASE.

How I wish I could do that. Be that.

You know those asians that use big words in their sentences/essays, but they don’t really make sense and the whole thing sounds slightly underdone?
I just scrolled down my previous posts and I sound exactly like that.
How come I get good marks on writing tasks and all that shit? wtf.
I fucking suck.

I have nothing to say.

Actually,

I have everything to say.

But nothing comes out.

Maybe making others happy would be good.

That way, I can live vicariously through them and perhaps find solace.

Maybe.

I just want to move to a foreign country and live alone with no friends.

It wouldn’t be that much different to now.

I wanted to sew my top to see if it would work.
But being pms-y and extremely unstable I decided against it to save my navy silk satin from being pulverised.
Now, it’s 4.50pm and I didn’t sew it and I feel like a failure.
Pms; you win this time. Like you always do.