"The idea of being in danger from even the most deadly of humans while I was with Alice or Edward was downright hilarious." -Bella Swan, Eclipse

I'm fucking pissed today. All should've gone okay-ish, but just that stupid derogatory little...

Enough. I'm wasting my time and computer power and brain cells venting about idiotic things that belong in asylums. Well I couldn't be bothered with prejudice. It's presence is the sine qua non for every miserable thing in the world I guess. Pretty harsh, but just in-your-face. And true. I don't post false negativity on my blog, and neither am I going to tolerate genuine ones.

Yep it's trying to turn my life over and out. Gosh. Hate it.

I loved the English test today, though. I had lots of fun writing away. Hopefully the story gets deciphered properly, haha, since my brain's kinda incoherent today. Well what can you expect from someone whose body clock is almost permanently screwed.

For CT 1 this year I wrote about recalling a (fake, duh) dead best friend's (named Carlisle... Don't kick me please) past. No it's got absolutely nothing to do with Wei Hong- he's still alive and kicking and playing the guitar and mugging for the Os. For that CT 1 english essay I described my best friend as a terrorist (Makes face here). Today I wrote about another fake best friend (named Caius this time, so I guess you guys wouldn't mind, right?) who turned over a new leaf after spending 3 years in a boys' home for assisting in drug trafficking. I'm so mean to the characters in my stories.

Then I realised that all my stories are either depressing, morbid or cynical. That's okay. As long as I like them.