The biggest bitch in the whole wide world sent me a friend request on facebook today. Excuse me, but do you really think I’ll accept after you’ve bullied me for years in school?

Sometimes I feel like writing a novel. But there aren’t enough words in the universe to describe what I want to write.

I can’t put my feelings into words, because how can you possibly describe a feeling other than happy, sad, angry?

Those words aren’t enough. They don’t express how I feel. They’re not meaningful, not meaningful to me. I can’t explain how much they lack meaning because, once again, I’m out of words.

I’m speechless. I’m just standing here, staring into the void, trying to find out what my purpose is. But I came to the conclusion that I’m just a small fish in the great ocean.

I’ll never understand why I feel how I feel. And you’ll never understand either because I will never be able to tell you. Upset, cheerful, devastated are some of the words in my vocabulary but still they’re not nearly enough. Nothing will ever be enough. 

I have so many ideas for future tattoos but no money to get them done. Argh, fml.