What you feel, what you see ♪

[mood| jealous]
[music| Sweet Impact - BoA]


It sounded like it actually happened, and for a while I believed that it did. At first, I felt my own features soften, my heart ready to soar. As the piece progressed, I slowly begin to realize, "Hey, this isn't about me." I checked the date. Were we..? No. That was when my stomach started turning and I got the urge to bite my lower lip til it bled.

If it wasn't for the footnote that said it was goddamn fiction, I'd have gone hysterical. Eww, no, not really. I'd just hate you. Or something.

This no-cellphone thing is really getting to me. I get paranoid by random fictional blog entries & get homicidal urges from walking behind slow people. That & having underclassmen cut the line in front of you,"borrow" your pen while you were using it, and take forever to edit her incredibly retarded business letter. Darling, you don't "deeply wish" for someone's "kind response". I swear, I wanted to break her face with my bare hands. Ugh.

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Tomorrow. :)