So I'm back at home again, in my old bed. I haven't been here to sleep in three months. And it's weird, because at college I've been mostly presenting as male, and identifying as male, for the past month or so, even a little more than that maybe. I love my bed, I love my room, but it is so unmistakably a typical girl's room that I feel confused. It feels weird. It's like seeing myself in pictures.
Do you ever think, when you’re all alone,
All that we can be, where this thing can go,
Am I crazy or falling in love,
Is it real or just another crush
Do you catch a breath, when I look at you,
Are you holding back, like the way I do,
Cause I’m tryin’, tryin’ to walk away
But I know this crush aint’ goin’ away, goin’ away
Ohhh, myyyy, God.
He's just so... sophisticated!
So this is just another one of those moments when its past 12am, and I'm sitting by myself at the computer... contemplating weird thoughts.
I'm so lonely. I admit. Moments like these he comes back to my mind, and it hurts. But all I can feel now is just hate and regret and immense stupidity. I feel used. How could he.
Being an out gay Asian at school for almost two years... I think I've had it a lot easier than other GLBT people. I go to a Christian school, but I don't get shit. I'm good friends with many around the school, girls and guys. Some used to give me shit two years back but we even ended up being mates. Interesting...
Fucking Kim Jung Il.
He deserves to be burnt in hell, forever and forever.
I feel sorry for those korean people, their country is a shithole because of their shithole leader. I can't believe I'm sitting in front of a computer which can probably feed a family for a month if they sold one. Yet, there's nothing I can do.