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life is pretty lonely, especially when you are a stranger to yourself. being a teen is frustrating and simply transferring my thoughts onto this LCD screen makes me feel ridiculous, embarrassed, and like I'm over exaggerating which I probably am but who's stopping me? I recently deleted twitter. decided I no longer care for those >140 tweets, most of them were filled with junk- might as well create a blog where I can give every single detail to absolutely nobody since I am not really interested in any particular dude right now.. haha such a hormonal girl please get me out of this phase. I feel like my life is a hurricane stimulator. useless, probably gets bad business, caught in a gust of humid air, full of avarice, random to have at the mall, people walk past it like really- no ones interested. who goes inside those anyways? not going to lie I wanted to until I realized my nappy hair would become destroyed. blogging feels good, considering it is 11:37 and I've had a long shitty shitty Thursday I guess this is a convenient way to idk, release my repressed thoughts, yum Freudian theorist. in a way is disappointing how we learn so much about the man in psychology yet on tests there are specific questions saying to disregard his beliefs- I mean not to sound like a Dadaist butthe man didn't know better, was the first to open up the unconscious in his age, and In a way his beliefs are convincing. biology is cool but he could be completely right, but nope. he is dead and the world wants to just disregard his propositions. I really hope I don't die that way. God that would be depressing if somebody left their suicide note on this blogger app.. . speaking of a God I noticed it capitalizes it every time. I need to find a sense of hope, tomorrow I shall Google s arch for a Buddhist temple nearby. ok goodnight my arm hurts from typing all cramped and in the dark.