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A regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when I realised I'd never get to go to Hogwarts. I want to be 11 again. But it's too late, cause Severus Snape's already dead. So is Michael Jackson. Why am I always just a little too late? The name's Nisha. Welcome to my world.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Holla

It's been a while since I update this blog. Well that's what happens when I lose all my inspiration to blog. A certain someone closed his blog or maybe he deleted his blog. I don't know what happened to you, if you're reading this. It's really weird. You just vanished. I really don't know what happened to you. I miss you and your bullshit though. It keeps me going and keeps my mood up. So you can guess I'm not really in a good mood nowadays. Haih, oh well.

Well a lot has happened these past couple of days. Most of them being about egoism and annoyance. My annoyance. I get annoyed really easily, like really easily. So I don't really tolerate people who annoy me. I can't state what annoys me, because it can be something so random. Like, I dunno, bananas.

I have a potty mouth and some people can't seem to deal. I do nothing to care, I don't see the point of changing because someone whose an outsider tells me to. Who do they think they are? God? You don't deserve to be playing god. I admit, I'm still pretty pissed. My anger don't just wear off like that. Oh it's not that easy. So you've just been touched by an angel because I just let you go.

I know you're older than me and all that. But who the hell cares if you don't respect me. Respect is earn. You respect me, I respect you. It's not this hierarchy everybody has to follow. Respect should be equal. Nobody should respect people in a certain quantity. You told me to respect you and all the other 'seniors', but let me ask YOU, now. Do you respect the teachers at school? They're WAY older than you. And hell yes do they have seniority over you. You asked me to respect you because you have some sort of 'seniority' over me. It's called the pot calling the kettle black. Next time you point a finger, I might have to bend it back or break it off. Next time you point a finger, I'll point you to the mirror.

I know I have many haters. But I am not even a little bit baffled by the fact that I do. In fact, I'm glad. Because those haters are the examples of the type of person I NEVER want to be. They're like models, but walking flaws. We're all flaws so don't act all high and mighty saying you're a senior and I should respect you more. I respect you just the right amount, that's good enough.

So fuck you and your lame invisible hierarchy.
I don't give a shit.
Oh don't even ask me if I respect you now, asshole.


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