FUCKINGAYDANA, I lost my phone. =((

Whoever the lucky bastard who found it is, you’re fucking lucky. But you will have your fucking day. Oh, and, fuck you. ..|..

Hoshi, you are, what people commonly call, M-U-L-A-L-A. Fuck you too.

Please disregard the last number I used. I will inform you when I get a new phone and number.

This is a calling, I say. A calling join the emo side. I think I’ll go listen to some Dashboard Confessional songs right now.

From here on, unless I get an iPhone to replace the Nokia5310 I lost, I will most likely lock myself in an extremely emotional state of emo, if that’s even possible. I will feel oh so sorry for myself and, in time, learn to cut myself. On the wrist. With a razor. Yes, the usual ‘emo’ way. My actions, mellow, an unusual characteristic for me. And most of the time, I will stare blankly into space, as if thinking, but, in reality, I have my mind blank. So blank, I will sometimes forget to breath, or even keep my saliva in place.

I will be having my hair cut soon. I’ll be getting a layered hair-cut,to lessen the light hues of my hair, and show the darker parts of it. I will even have it colored a dark shade of reddish violet once it grows even the slightest bit past my shoulder. Plum, maybe? Burgundy? Maybe wine-red, I’m not sure. Anything to match my mood.

My gloomy, darkened, demotivated mood; I see no purpose in it.

Fuck it.

Maybe I should get a diary.. And eye-glasses with thick, black rims to match.