Mean thoughts

My mean thought at this moment:

How come some girls, who look like fucking mother of whales walking on land get to keep their boyfriends? And how come their boyfriend's love can grow stronger for them each and every day? How come is their boyfriend so devoted to them? What is it about them that is so fucking lovably special??? Why are they so spectacular? Why am i so easily left? I know, I know!!!!!! Because i am an insolent girl who resembles nothing like a fucking whale's mother, right? RIGHT? RIGHT OR NOT??? I DESERVE TO BE MISERABLE. Because people like me should be shot so that mother of whales can enjoy being loved because if not, there just won't be enough love to go around, rightright? AND DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP ABOUT PERSONALITY BECAUSE THEY HAVE NOTHING THAT IS TO BE DESIRED- (what, you like loud, boisterous girls who think the world should collasp at their beauty and lick their feet is it?) EXCEPT MAYBE THEIR CELLULITE INFESTED NEHNEHS BECAUSE IT'S JUST GETTING TOO FUCKING HEAVY.

*breathe breathe. You are not writing sense, Nas. Why the hell am i blaming them for my own misfortune? Haha, I'm just crazy.

I was on the verge of calling Ataraxia up to launch a discussion but lucky i was still thinking rationally. & so, at around 3:38 am i am now typing away on this entry like a complete idiot.

Initially i wanted to write a reflection based on Sumiko Tan's Sunday column but i cannot think very straight now, obviously.