WhedonFanGirl

Can I sleep now? I'm so tired. The world takes on a greyish tinge. I can't focus. I'm sick of working and being busy and yet never getting anything done. I want to cry. I want to talk to someone. But if I do, I will trip over the tangled web of lies that I have built. Everything is fine on the outside. How goes the work? Fine. Great. All done. Just a bit more. Like the masochist I am, I procrastinate until the stress eats at me. I hear whispers every day. My mind telling me to go work on something. But I rebel. I have fun. But it's a shallow sort of high, because I have experienced the lows. I rationalize. It's not that much. I can do it tomo

One day, maybe in 10 to 20 years, I will love you. You will be the most important thing to me. I will care for you. I will protect you. You will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every day, I will be thankful for you. Because you will have brought me something amazing. One day, I will think of you and smile. In the meantime, dear uterus, maybe I don't need a week of pain and annoyance every month from you. I hope you're worth it. Evelyn

So here's my problem. This morning, I read an essay that someone wrote on DeviantArt in defense of Lady Gaga. I really liked what it had to say. It was all about the things she has done to help the world as well as individual people. This person also expressed the point that just because you don't like something doesn't make it inherently bad. Which is another thing that I strongly agree with and that I think people should think about more often. Which brings me to my problem. I was reading the comments, when I noticed that the author of the essay had in their signature, "Proud to be Anti-Twilight!" Now as a fan of both Twilight and Lady Gag

hey wow, i haven't seen you since- yeah how've you been? me? oh i'm good oh right do you like it? thanks- no, it's been like that for a few months yeah mmmnn really? wow, that's great yeah, congrats well, I guess I'll see you around yeah, bye god i love him...