NO TITLE. YAY.

Since some people cannot be trusted, and it's been brought to my attention that people actually sit down and sift through my old entries (which, frankly, gives me the willies) and other such reasons concerning people's stupidity, I have set my entire journal to private. Yes,  now only I can see my thoughts.

BAHAHAHAHA NOW YOU CAN'T READ MY MIND. Intimidated? Of course you are.

Putting my thoughts and feelings on the internet for morons worldwide to read was a pretty dumb move on my part anyway.

"OMGZ BUT DONT U WANT 2 BE LIIKE DA KEWL KIDZ ND DA EMOZ WHO POST THERE STUFFZ 4 ATENSHUN?"

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.


...and no. No I do not.

Plus I usually only updated this stupid thing when I was feeling depressed or whatnot. And looking back on some of these entries makes me want to put on some black eyeliner and hang out at a coffee shop and analyze Sylvia Plath to the point of  depression with equally self-absorbed, brooding douchebags. YAYERZ!

...

*is retarded*

Wow, and that was supposed to be brief. I'm good at this.

FAREWELL!

Current Mood: cheerful

Current Music: Your mum's.