If there's one thing I learned in biology, is that living things go through homeostasis.

Well, this is my homeostasis. I've been FAR too nice this week, and I haven't really expressed my violent/angry/negative emotions. So right now, I'm angry and pissed off, and there's no one to explode at. There's these two people in particular that I'd just LOVE to talk to in caps and size 48 font right now. But... I'm too nice for that. I'll just repress it and pretend there's nothing fucking wrong. I'll just put on a mask with a stretched out U for a mouth, and pretend to be this happy little faery everyone thinks I am.

I am jealous at the truly apathetic people out there. There's this tiny part of me that cares at all, and I fucking hate it. And it irks me that people think I care about their shitty lives and the pathetic little dramas and problems that come attached. You don't care about my life, drama, or problem, so why should I care about yours? And really, it's my problem. If I want you to know, I'll tell you. If I don't, tell you, then it must mean I don't want you to know, right? IT'S THAT FUCKING SIMPLE. Everything else is just none of your fucking business!

And god damn, this is the first night in a while that I'm not IM'ing someone at this hour. I really miss this peace. There's usually something I want to do, and I can't really expect to do it well when someone keeps IM'ing me with insignificant babble. This is why I love myspace. I can answer at my own leisure. Instant... t'is not always a good thing.

Now, I'm probably not going to sign on to my main screenname anymore. If you're important enough, ask and I'll give you my other screenname(s), if you don't have them already.