Little Britain is the shit. Too bad arts central isn't playing it anymore. I want to buy season 1 soon.

I have a sudden desire to go out wearing a pink wig and horrible makeup and fishnet stockings.

As much as I love school, I hate it too, sometimes. Life without handsome guy is dreadful, but sometimes handsome guy gets on my nerves. I'd like to think myself lowly and smile at every chance. But what would that imply?
Err.

Fuck you! Fuck you!

The thought of it kills me. I mean err, handsome guy.

Again, sometimes I choose not to blame myself so I'm going to be oblivious to my sillyness for the time being.

Fuck you, man.

Ignorance annoys me. But sometimes I can't help but adore people who live in ignorance. Sometimes the key to living freely is just 'not to know'. If you have no idea eating disorders/depression/self-harm/etc etc exist or have to intention of understanding what it is like, kudos to you. You at least can live without things at the back of your head weighing you down. Forget about dying, it's not even in your mind. Really, sometimes I wish I was like that. Ignorance is bliss.

This is not pessimism. This is just me not being ignorant. Ignorance is stupid. I would rather live with guilt knowing someone else who is more unfortunate than you, than just be ignorant, like the world revolves around you.

I need to stop doing this second person narrative in my entries.
'You!'
'you,'
'YOU.'

Yes, you. I'm sorry if you ever feel so offended. I wasn't really referring to you anyway. Forgive my accusing tone.

Yes, I know. This entry is jumbled up.