ejaculate, and disperse

I humiliated myself with the hair, the singing, and everything that screamed stupid.

The humiliating hair will be gone and the humiliating singing will stop. 

I wished I killed it instead of her. Terrible. Terrifying. But pleasant.

Harbouring these feelings can't be good.
This is not some precognitive shit. It was bound to happen.

Do I look like I know why. Do I look like I give a damn. Do I look like I want to talk to you.

I don't understand these people.
If you're still bloody wondering, I DON'T.  

Hate the day. Hate the heat more than the day. The day can be fixed. The heat needs some other company.
Lied was the word that was said as if lied happened yesterday.

Sitting still doesn't work always.
Prohibitions against witchcraft and sorcery. Isn't this fascinating.

I don't think the colours mean anything. Unless you really have a preference or something like that. Nod at the good and frown at the bad. As if to say, you don't know me so you can't say that.

Oxymoronic when you're almost always being intelligently dim.
Don't know, don't care? On the contrary. I know I don't care.

What's expected of me makes me act like them. I'm getting familiar with the techniques but that doesn't mean I'm blending. I'm just not standing out.

Songs to melt a cold, cold heart.

Don't you get it?

Your position is sealed with the mounting winnings. I can't beat that and I can't win. My insignificance is growing so much faster than I expected.

No use appealing to my good side. I have none.  

Back to my defiant self. So you sons of bitches can go to hell. After I'm purged.

It's really not good for you. But someone's got to do it. 

Some people just cannot make their minds up. Am I repulsive or am I not? 

I can't do anything but put up with it. Happy to pretend, though.
Amusing, I must say.

This is why I don't wanna have anything to do with people called friends.

They fuck you up.

It's fucked up how we fucking take turns to be fucked up.

Never felt so good to skip school before. Not sure if it's a good thing but who the hell cares.

Don't like the fact that she just assumed it was like that before it was like that.

I just can't tell a story.

I don't know. I'm not devastated, but not exactly thrilled.

I can't define being overwhelmed.
I can handle this.

Don't rush this baby.

Ah, cold-hearted. I'm getting more and more familiar with the word.

Wishing for more common sense to see beyond this. Literally, beyond this.
Distributed enough, for tonight. Which is more than I can say for myself.

It's still so early. If I make it, I'll be colder. Coldest.
Throw blocks and I'll make use of it. I swear.

The look they give you when you don't have enough change -- it's so degrading.

So I can stalk you and you can only look at me from afar while you cry for help when you see me smile.

That's why.

If I was presented with the time and chance to study the performance, I hope I'd promptly say no.
I would rather go home and bury myself in the dusty stories.

While you two desperately try to outdo each other, I'll just sit in the middle and do my stuff.
It's really not that hard, since I've gotten used to taking my side only.

Sometimes when I ask what is this, I really mean get it out of my face.  

Disappointed. Upset. Offended. Pick one.
Offended, really.

It's not very pleasant. All the things that I am not. I'm going to sleep.

The most attractive quality in someone is their ability to see the bright side of things and make the most of it.

Sigh.
As of right now, everybody is loathsome.

Honestly.

Who's with who? What they did? When and where?
None of my business and I don't care.  

Don't drag me into something that doesn't concern me. Literally and figuratively.
I mean, come on. Was it really necessary to change seats because she was within sight?

Chocolate milk. Chocolate milk. Chocolate milk.

I am not distressed.  

The deterioration of whatever's left here. The deterioration of me.

Know what? You guys should just stop talking to me. I'm fed up.

This stupid quiz says stupid things that are in fact, true.

Fuck you.

When that's all they think of you, strive to perfect it because unfortunately they do not know any better.

Cry when I don't talk to you. If I die. Die? 

DENIAL IS THE BEST POLICY.

I don't think I'll be getting any. I'm ok with that. Denial is the best policy.

^{I haven't improved for the last 10 months or so and I don't think I shall discontinue or stick with the routine. Professing Everything leads to unnecessary goals and not enough motivation. It's almost unbelievable but that defeats all purpose eh? Lack of motivation incites creative-thinking which is overtly useless to the point of thinking creative all over again.}

Overdosing and oversleeping.

Some light dirty dancing.
And then they played those and I wished I wasn't there.

Some fad this is. When all I wanted was to never tell.

That shower did me no good.

I need a drink. To wash down the unsaid.