Does anyone read these things anymore?

Hi bloggie, it's been a while!

So, yeah. I got a lot of important, life changing opinions that needs to be spewn out somewher. So I thouht, hey, why not scrape the rust of my old blog.

It's a hell of a better way than Facebook. No one likes to read long pointless dtatusupdates about snotty kids, gymfreaks or the worst kind of all. Sport updates, how many hours people spend at a gym. Fine, I get it. You're trying to stop the middelage belly, desperatly trying to grasp your fading youth.

Here's what happen imo. You look grossly fit, for the middleage you are. But your face?! Wtf, get some botox or something. You all look at least like you're closing in at 50. Wrinkly skin, my god, really. Skip your boobjob. Get a facejob.

Or, makeup skills... 

Hey, I'll even consider giving a makeup trick or... 5.

Oh well now that we (me and my awesome bananas) are back.

Preparera for a lot of ranting.

And to finish this fabulous comeback.

Let's celebrate it with beauty and class

Anna- Varney Cantodea. The one TRUE goddess of goth. 

Hello

I'm still breathing. Still making an ass of myself. Still appreciating the beauty in the things others call strange. Still here...

All good things are eleven

But it's not even ten yet. Can you see it, buried deep inside?

I don't know about you, but I'm quite bored. 

Bob the blob

Neither my head or body seems to fully wake up. The last couple of days have been... I don't know how to describe it. Unreal, dreamy. I feel like Bob the blob! Only less smart. (;

I hope I wake up soon.

I am naked, I have nothing left.
My bones are picked clean and riddled with regrets.
Nothing can touch me,I've nothing left to take. For I am naked, But I can never break...

Shiver me timbers!

I'm a pirate.

Weheheh

3

Third time today.

I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out. I can't ride it out.

Bling bling

I'm panicking. My hands and arms are numb. I can't breathe... I can't stop it. I'm being thrown back 5 years in time, I'm losing it. Can't do this anymore. "Ride it out", she said. Ride it out... How? Writing ramblings...

I can't go through this again.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself. The easy misconceptions of the narrow minds. I don't know who I'm trying to explain to. Other than myself.

No-one is there, and there is nothing to say...

Can someone hold me and tell me things will be alright. Just lie to me, just for a little while...

Sometimes I wish I could be just like everyone else. Find joy in the little things. Find joy in other people. Join a chatsite, it seems to be popular. Too bad people don't interest me.
There's just too few interesting people out there that's really worth the effort of talking to. "Oh my, you're so pretty and look so interesting. Maybe we can hook up?"
I don't know. I tried an old site the other day. I rememberred rather quickly why I stopped using it. People are nothing more than attention seeking pseudointellectuals. Everyone wants to be smart and pretty on the internet.
Everyone is looking for someone. No one is ever satisfied. Always looking for conformation. Are we that desperate?

In 30 minutes I've had 5 different people asking if I wanted to meet up, seeing I looked like such an interesting person...

Doesn't matter how creative you are when starting the conversation, the intent is almost always the same. Oh you sweet little minds. I do enjoy you sometimes, but please, just try to be a little more challenging to read. You try so hard to be special and unique. I'll play along. For now.

I do enjoy my little rantings. I feel a bit better now. I rode it out!