Deliberately disorganized thoughts: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Friendship and trust. Fragments of what you once believed in, things that you've wanted for a long time but now you've gotten what you felt like, gotten what you want.

Uncalled-for jealousy. I feel like I'm in the situation I was in a few years ago.

Word war on the Internet. People screaming at each other from different sides of a continent, picking each other to bits at this and that.

My best friend. Mine mine mine mine mine.

People think that they know the extent that I care, but they don't because there are some things that can only be written, not said.

Part of me misses having just ONE friend that I hung out with 24-7.

Liyun wants to talk on the phone again. And so do I, but I was scared that I'd be pulling her away from her exams. The fact that she says that I would help her de-stress makes me smile.

Another part of me is still bitter.

Sometimes when I think of writing about Cheryl (the character, not the person), the more I write about what she did when she picked Edward (the character, not the person), the more I realize how many parallels run through my mind, my life and my writing.

I knew her first, and I think she cares for all of us equally, but you wish she was your special friend and I don't want to feel like I'm extra baggage.

Sometimes I don't think I'm Gina anymore. Or maybe I'm still Gina- no wait I still am Gina. With pieces of Callum beginning to slip in.

I realized that nobody will know what I am talking about in this post. But I don't care.

If I ever write one of THE stories, there are about fifty people I know that could sue and would have every right to because of the borrowed anecdotes I stole from my life and theirs. Though a lot of it was unintentional- it just happened.

I annoy people, I want to ask, but I know I won't get an honest answer.

I don't want things to end.

I think that part of me writes and puts THOSE things in because I'm bitter/morbid/evil/just wanting to make the story more interesting.

She'd know if she read it. She'd know which characters I put parts of her in. It's so obvious it's a little scary.

With Me by Sum 41 is a good song.

I was happy this morning, then I got tired and started to emo.

Would people want to know, actually? Which character I based partially or totally on them?

Apparently it's obvious when I'm sad.

We're all attention-seeking. Freud would be proud.

If it had been me, would you have done the same thing?

I don't know whether it's right that I'm relieved.

I miss Sarah. A lot. Wish you had been here today.

Pigeons fly. More than people think they do.

Mr. Walton makes me smile.

When I didn't have the Internet, I missed dA. I missed iAV. I missed my e-mail. But most of all, I missed Facebook.

I don't appreciate what I have and I know it, but sometimes I feel as if I have nothing which is absolute bullshit because I don't.

After three years of laughing and sharing and caring, I don't want it to end like it did, like it did over the summer and I won't see any of them again and we barely get to talk and when I think of it it makes me want to cry sometimes but I know it's stupid and none of them feel that way so WHY DO I?

I finished a Maths test before KS on Friday. I feel extremely proud of myself, even though I did the test before. But oh well, let me be happy.

I want to have someone to cuddle. Maybe a stuffed toy.

Gina is a fun character to write about sometimes but there are times when I feel like she hits way too close to home.

I am obsessed with the random stories I come up with.

The person is fine.

I wish that I could block thoughts of a person out of my head.

And I wish that I could do some more for you, tell you how much it all means that you've bothered to hold me through my laughter and tears-








I kind of want people to ask about this post and what it's all about.

Then again, I don't think I do.

Writing out random thoughts, then jumbling them up is fun. (: