When I write stuff I always hear complains about it being too long or complicated. If ever I get praised. It's said by those who either are just soo smart enough to understand my excessive use of language or by those who had finally analyzed and read it for a couple of days.Not now. I am not using a thesaurus - this is my secret weapon in wacking up minds and making stories more extravagant.. They say my words and stories are really that intense but Im not soo sure of their judgements because the only thing that seems intense about me is the fact that when I explain things I usually twist the facts around (Unconsciously - trust me. I never know when I'm doing this things.) and make the explanaition more longer than required.
Anyway.
Where were we?
Oh yeah.....
Me.... old boring me... I love music and the arts.. but then.....I can never really understand myself.
Nah! Dont worry I'm not letiing yoiu skip that part. Its just that....okay!
I give up!...
One big problem of mine is that I am just soo easily affected by what others say about my way of doing things...
No one knows how to value people who stay put and never changes their true real self. their personlitities. They say I'm too childish and too cheerful for a high school student. So what do thatey care! I just smile it off and laugh/ giggle as if it was just a little matter, but then I do change, I did change! NOt my personlaity though. I am still the same smiling gal from gradeschool who dosent care whether the way she runs is unladylike or not, gosh! this is becoming a sobstory!
hahaha!
anyway..
There you go! My mom is calling me. She's gonna ground me for sure.
I'm kind of past my bedtime (even if I do not really sleep straightaway)
I'm probably gonna take my time writing in my diary till my eyes droop. lol.
Ma! (gosh! parents.) She thinks I'm watching anime again.
.^_^.
Anyway.
Where were we?
Oh yeah.....
Me.... old boring me... I love music and the arts.. but then...
