I need to quit expecting an internet connetion'll make me feel better. Online friends can't do squat. They're nice to have, but you can't expect real comfort, a real shoulder to cry on. Sometimes it just does more damage in the end. Sometimes.

Of course, they hurt alot less then the real ones. A hellava lot less, but that's the thing. Just as much as the real ones hurt so much more, they help so much more, too. I guess I prefer my real friends over online.

I hate being critiqued. I don't like being controlled. But I want you to be there when I screw up and help take the blame. I used to get horribley depressed, but I've growing out of it. Now I get angry instead. I like my body, except in swimsuit bottoms. Not flattering.

I shake almost violently when I feel overwhelmed. With anger, sadness, happiness. I'm shaking now, you decide why. I like eating hollow Easter Bunnies, they're one of my favorites. I try being strong. Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not. I've very proud of my grades in school, and my art work.

Anyone carrying a cocky air about them gets on my bad side immediately and for a very long time thereafter. It's not too easy getting on that side, but it isn't too easy getting off either. I like learning German, it's fun to speak in bad german grammar around my parents and other people. It's poorly spoken, but sitll more hten they can do.

I hate looking cocky. And I normally don't stand up for myself unless I have undeniable evidence, because I hate being wrong. I ussually don't show much pride, because I'm sure it'll come back around to bite me in the ass later.

And I like posting random, has-nothing-to-do-with-anything journals.

Das ende,
Mit


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