I never liked when people took my advice

But I get mad when people don't. Abnormally placed on this Earth I am.

Maybe thinking all day isn't good for me, or anyone for that matter. I caught myself thinking while on the phone with my Grandmother. And she's the only one who can tolerate my absent minded babbling on the phone. If I could I'd lie down and listen to music and think all day. I tend to over think things. I also tend to cry a lot. But congrats to be for not crying yet today. Maybe I'm not well, but I'm not crazy, just a little unwell. Actually I'm under the weather, sick is never a good term to use.

Or maybe I don't even understand me. I have a friend who understands me better than I do. It's probably just all in the back corners of my mind, but she seems to be able to point out things about my personality that makes sense, and that I had never noticed before. I seem to try and make myself and others laugh when I'm on the brink of tears.

If I could rant, I would, but it's pointless. I enjoy writing words no one will see, but sometimes some people need a rude wake up call, and I'd love to be the one to be there delivering it. Mainly to those people who believe their lives are shitty because they think their not smart enough or can't understand what a truly miserable person is. I am not a miserable person, but some lovely people from the Royal Ottawa would beg to differ. If I wanted to be miserable around everyone, I would, but how can you? How can you be an ass to be around? I maybe annoying but I don't go off into a fake story on how terrible my life is. I have talked to so many people via the inturnest who believe their life is a living hell. Mainly because their boyfriend broke up with them. For one, get a grip on reality, your boyfriend broke up with you and you think wallowing in your self will help? It won't crying makes everything worse, it's becomes an addiction and soon you'll have to cry all the fucking time until you feel the pain go away or vomit you guts up.

In all reality, I'm not realistic, no one can really tell me what's going on my head right now. It's like a flung together web of ideas trying to force my fingers to type them out for them. I won't, I refuse to. I can't. It would probably offend anyone who has time to read something random a loser from across the world from them writes.

I'm just here, waiting for something to take me away.