Okay so I'm officially pissed off.

Really really really badd.

I wish the type would change based on how hard you slammed  the keyboard.... And the emphasis you put on the keys. Like a visual piano keyboard.

But anyways, I'm pissed and I'm not gonna say why because you wouldn't understand.

Uh huh. That's right.

And because I'm a whiny baby and shouldn't be pissed.

If I weren't so pathetic I wouldn't be.

Because I'd do something about it.

But I am, so there.

And maybe it's impossible.

But really you probably would understand. You just wouldn't sympatize. Or you wouldn't solve the problem so what's the point. I'm just a whiny baby. Forget it.
Maybe life sucks.

But I shouldn't talk like that. It's not like I even believe that. Why are these entries always so depressing. Maybe that's why people always think writers are so dark and angsty and deep and suicidal and blah blah blah. They're not really, it's just what you write about. It happens.

Either that or they think they're wimpy, idealistic, lovey dovey pansys. But they're not. Everybody is, in their mind. It's just normal people don't A. acknowledge the thoughts or B. write it down. It's only when things are made concrete that they become ridiculous. Like love. And God. And chick flicks.

And why don't I use freakin' question marks? I'm gonna kill it.

I like to use their suggested tags. They're dumb. And funny.