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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I'm so Asian. YA KNOW WHY?Because the only reason I smile nowadays is because if I don't,
I'd honestly be wasting money spent on the braces to fix my teeth.
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HAHAHA. I genuinely find that funny XD LEGIT, BRAH.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I'm hurting.Tuesday, December 7, 2010
People ask me why I'm so immature and why I act like a kid.
WELP, Here's a little story, son.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Vicki who had two little sisters and two full-time working parents. Because of this, Vicki was taught at a young age all the things that a mother would do for their children because mommy was always at work.
THEREFORE.
Vicki spent her entire childhood being an adult.
AND SO.
Now that Vicki's two little sisters are bigger and can take care of themselves, Vicki enjoys spending her teenage years indulging in all the childhoodliness she never got to partake in exactly.
WHICH MEANS.
Don't rain on my childhood parade. Because that would make me sad.
THE END.
PS: I wrote this because quite a few people just this week have called me childish :) Which I like a lot. I feel/felt happy when people call me childish, because that's what I aim for♥
Much Love, Vicki.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I wish you had a different philosophy on friendship. One where you don't complain so damn much and expect way too much out of people who are just friends. I wish you were a different person all together if you can't be happy with who you are. I wish you could be happy as a loner that didn't care if people "never talk to you first" or talk with you "not shallowly" I'm really starting to hate your whining, and this is definitely the last straw. You show up on time, no, not even, you show up 7 minutes early when no one said you should. You wait there for an additional 30 minutes after the designated time, but not really because you arrived 7 minutes early remember? And we got there at 7:20 so I don't know what the hell you're talking about. And then you call two people at least 3-4 times. Guess who picks up? Not the person who has had her phone confiscated for the past month nor the person who hadn't planned on going in the first place. Sounds logical? No, okay. Just throwing it out there.So much for graduating junior high and supposedly shedding childish behavior along with it. Oh wait, but I forgot. You still have this kind of mindset for everyone but yourself. Maybe for once someone's rant on you can get through your thick skull and set you right.
We suck but you can't even see your own flaws yet.
Monday, November 29, 2010
I feel like I have lost an immense amount of ethical appeal this school year, thus far. And I'm willing to bet its because I've gone probably a month with not giving a crap about anything or anyone...My bad.
It gets tiring you know, being a people pleaser and always happy. Its hard swallowing your always being bruised pride, swallow your jealousy and small annoyances. But I don't like it when people don't like me :( I like to make people happy teartear. (Uh duh, you just said you were a people pleaser. Stoopid.)
I want to go back to happy, peppy, I'll-brighten-your-day-or-make-you-die-of-annoyance-trying, lets-be-best-friends, Vicki.
But I'm preeeeetty sure no one's going to give her a second chance after this dry spell of apathy =w=
Note to self: LAWL YOU SUCK, SELF♥
Much Love, Vicki.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
There must be something very wrong here.With the amount of people claiming that they love "so and so," how can there still be so many people on this planet feeling abandoned and unloved?
It doesn't make sense.
I don't get it at all.
Much Love, Vicki.
I know who I am. I am who I am. I even used to be proud of who I am.
But now every time you reject me, every time you ridicule me, it makes me so ashamed of everything, or anything, about me.
I'm too loud. I'm too obnoxious. I'm too ugly. I'm too fat. I'm too stupid. I'm too weird.
But I try and change and suddenly...
I'm too quiet. I'm too much of a conformist. I'm trying too hard. I'm too skinny. I'm too much of a smart ass. I'm too boring.
But probably the worst part about all of this is even though you have these ever changing expectations on me, my heart still pounds every time you IM me. Every time you smile at me. Every time you approach me first, hold my hand, hug me, kiss me. Every time you accept me, whether I'm being fake or real. I don't even care to distinguish anymore.
You still have this magic fairy effect one me and I hate it.
Wear off already.
Much Love, Vicki.
