I don't remember getting sad many times in my life. I mean, I'm a spoiled brat, so tears would flow anytime I didn't get my way.... and there's those few times when "loved ones" would shed tears, so I would do so also, out of obligation... but not much more beyond that.
But at some point in time during my teenage life, I remember getting upset enough that I hid myself in the closet. I was crying, but was embarassed about it (I'm tuff) and therefore I felt the need to hide in case anybody came into my room.
That is how I feel today.
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*disclaimer*
What do I envy? I envy honesty, opinionated personalities and no-holding-back-bluntless. I dis-envy those who lack a personality of their own, and need to judge others in order to feel better about themselves.
Asshole type tendancies, along with rude comments and sarcasm amuse me, and I believe my recent phenomenon of making fun of my own lifes downfalls and meaningless events in an exaggerated way can be somewhat amusing to persons other than myself.This is a blog of my own thoughts and unconventional opinions. I encourage you to call me out an anything I write here, however, the blog is not made for you to belittle me, so watch your step. Read at your own risk. -B!
Asshole type tendancies, along with rude comments and sarcasm amuse me, and I believe my recent phenomenon of making fun of my own lifes downfalls and meaningless events in an exaggerated way can be somewhat amusing to persons other than myself.This is a blog of my own thoughts and unconventional opinions. I encourage you to call me out an anything I write here, however, the blog is not made for you to belittle me, so watch your step. Read at your own risk. -B!
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