I take a look at my Tumblr and I realize it’s a whole bunch of crap. Like no kidding.
Which makes it perfectly fine and perfectly understandable why I do not have that many followers. It’s not like I actually have anything to bring to the table. I don’t do graphics or photography. I’m not funny and I don’t know how to sound smart. And I swear you can never trust me with words. I say just about enough to get my point across, like let’s say something like…”fuck you” or “fuck off” or when I feel like adding a dramatic effect “oh, f” but when I feel like adding an abstract effect, well, no one ever goes wrong with “alsdghklhglkdghal” (yes, we all have our own variations)
It’s not that I don’t have much to say. Contrary to popular belief, a lot is actually going through this brain hidden under a thick wad of uncombed hair (and one hard skull) Oh yeah, I have a lot to say. But more often than not, I like to blame my lack of translation skills. & no, I don’t mean translation as in English to Tagalog, silly.
Let’s just say I have a hard time grasping even my own ideas. And so most of the time it all just really ends up as silly sentences and sometimes even, gasp, silly paragraphs of silly things a preschool kid could’ve probably written better.
I am a silly little girl with silly thoughts. About a silly world with silly people living silly lives. Silly.
Hence the silly boyfriend =]
