Oh, Irony.

The smell of your voice is so ironic.

I'm. So. Sick. Of. People.
I'm. So. Mad. At. People.
I'm. So. Sad. At. People.

What. Is. Even. The. Point. Of. This. Blog?

I.d.k,Rachel.

It. Just. Feels. Good. To. Talk.
And say everything you want. Cause, if you're getting annoying to anyone- It's their own fault.
They shouldn't be reading your blog.

I've never felt so alone.
And, I, I've never felt so alive.

One of those statements is so false. Sometimes, I pretend I'm dead. Okay, I know it sounds so dumb and classic emo. But, if you ignore life for long enough that you're numb to it, it gets kinda comfortable. It gets a lot comfortable.

Sam thinks I'm a push over. Sam see a lot of stuff in me I don't. He cares enough to pay attention.

But, I get mad at him a lot of the time, too. He's way too human.