Four Thirty-Five in the morning... -___-

Four thirty-five. In the morning. Why the fuck am I up at this ungodly hour? I swear, my internal clock is so fucked up, it's not even funny! What person in their right mind, would get up at four thirty on a Sunday morning? Then again, my mind has never really been normal. Not to say that I'm mentally ill, cuz I'm not. I guess I just have a way of thinking that's different from other's. And people think I'm weird because of it, but what do they know? Right? All my life I've been on the outside looking in. An observer I guess you could say. Surprisingly, I'm perfectly happy this way. I don't need a whole group of friends to be happy, the select few I have are enough for me. Being who I am, I notice things other's don't. Like stupid arguments for example. Who cares if someone threw paint at you in first grade? That was years ago, no reason to be a hater. Get over it already. So, that's my four in the morning rant.... talk later. After I go back to sleep... Hah, yeah right!


XOXO
Kris

Weekends

Weekends. They're supposed to be relaxing, but since when did 'relaxing' become a metaphor for 'bored as hell'? Maybe it's the town I live in. Small, nothing to do, nowhere to hang out. I'm usually on the computer all weekend, but even that gets boring. One can only RP and read fanfics for so long before they go stark raving mad from boredom. Which is about where I'm headed.... So, anyway, that's my rant for today. Have a good day all!