journal entry.

now why in the world would i post anything about my life up here? it's not depressing. really.

i find no significance in writing about me. i am just a little dot on this planet, leaving and coming without making a mark.

i'm living a normal life. i think. i'm not a starving person in the desert, nor a beggar on the street. i suppose i have nothing to be homicidally depressed about. except for the fact that i keep on losing good handphones. grr.

i am an abnormally hyper average ordinary sane psycho homicidal self-proclaimed-genius super mutant panda goddess.

i'll just pretend that made sense, and you all can just do the same while i suffer doing my global studies essay outline.

O_O i think.

------------------------------ she is unloved & unwanted. -pauses- and she wants her handphone back.