sixtieth.

dear (k)you,

ha. since i'm still feeling mighty rebellious towards OAO and daddy dear (and to some extent you too), i have decided to still give in to my anorexic urges. hahahaha. i'm really going to regret this one day, but whatever, my life's a freaking wasteland already so bring it on.

i guess my only consolation is my alternate reality and the string of hope that i leave this wasteland after 3 years. and at this point. i really don't care where. just as long as it's not in this god forsaken place. i like that word (phrase?), god-forsaken. i remember that john mayer song, "it's my god-forsaken right to be loved" HA HA HA. it is right? but looks like OAO managed to disregard me yet again. psh. anyway, imma keep bugging him (insert evil laugh here).

oh. and i read somewhere, a crush of mine, who's a little like you, wrote in his social networking site (what the hell is with that, that's just either twitter or facebook, i mean who doesn't have one of those? ah. maybe you, coz you guys use a different site). anyway, he wrote, i think they were lyrics of some song: "you could've been number one, and you could've ruled the world, and we could've had so much fun, but you blew it away."

i feel like that's what i'm about to do. or maybe i've already done it? i don't know. i'd like to think the latter. why did i have to be stuck with this? i got tied down, if chose the former path, i could be on my way to wherever. but, maybe no. coz i wouldn't have this self-proclaimed moronic fangirlish claim over you if i had chosen that path.

oh how i wish i knew these things then. i wish i have a freaking hot tub time machine. or just a time machine. no maybe just a hot tub.

shit. what a freaking rant. and all i wanted to say is that i'm going to be rebellious and not eat again.