we are all so over-cooked.

I'm seriously done with drama. Sick of it. Disgusted of it. Retching at the thought of it.
Who needs it? Only those who can't figure out anything better to do with their lives, I suppose.
Unlike me, who has suddenly found herself with a full plate and can hardly balance it on her head.
As soon as I get myself into a little courting, some girls find it necessary to latch their teeth onto my neck and scratch at my back, trying, no INSISTING, on annoying me with petty words and rumors.
Really now.
Sigh.
I'm so above this.

GAHH. Why doe people have to be so pitiful?

Cough. Anyways.
I'm actually not making a huge deal about this. And if you're ever in a situation like so, then you shouldn't, too. Because those people are really ridiculous and not worth one miniscule breath of your energy.

On the contrary, I'm quite content with life. I've got my friends who love me, a sweetheart of a boyfriend who always proceeds in making me tongue tied (he's a master at it.), and my books who comfort me. And paint. Can't forget my acrylics.

See? When it all comes down to the bare bones of it all, you'll see what's really important and the mere whisperings of a pesky fly are rather better left unnoticed and uncared for.


Well, aren't you precious.