Garble.

I have big girl things to worry about.

So yes. Tragically whine about how the girl/boy you’re so tragically in love with doesn’t notice you because you don’t know how to talk to them instead of yelling out into the nothingness of the virtual world.

So yes. Tragically gripe about how it’s not fair that mommy and/or daddy won’t buy you that shiny new gadget or what-have-you.

So yes. Tragically vent out the feelings you have about how incredibly hurt you are that your friends are being distant, when YOU don’t even take the initiative to properly investigate the supposed problem.

This post shows, ironically, that I’m just another stooge to the puppeteer that is the on-line dictatorship.

Yelling into nothingness. Frustrated further when my keystrokes grant me no real epiphanies or tangible reprieve from my frustration.

The past few days have been frustrating.

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