Displacement.

I have issues and I dont like to share them. Not because Im too cool but because theres nothing you can do about it and I dont want you to worry and I dont want your sympathy.
You have issues and you have my deepest concern. I want to help and I dont mind listening.
I know I sometimes get lost in my thoughts while you talk but I really cant help it. It doesnt mean Im getting annoyed I just really cant help it.
Can you please not judge me?
Can you please not label my behavior as 'carefree' or 'fucked up'? I hate being called that.
And I hate to be called 'deep'. Im not. Not anymore than you are.
Im sorry Im not 'in love' like everyone else but I really cant help it.
And Im sorry I dont want to be in a relationship but seriously, how is that any of your god damn business?
Can my sexuality and mentality not be questioned every time I say 'no' to a dude?
Im sick and tired of being alienated all the time.
And no, these are not my issues.
Like I said, I dont like to share them. This here is displacement.

Ann Coulter Bin Laden

Does my blog look different?
It does ryte? But what...I cant tell.
Please let me know if you can figure it out:\

I have an Adam's apple but so does Ann Coulter. But she used to be a man so its okay for her I guess.
But I hate her. Shes crankier than I am on special days. But I probably shouldnt say that. But its okay since you dont really know me anyway. I mean its not like we're ever gona meet or anything. Which makes me want to practice my freedom of speech to the fullest. You see things are different when youre talking face to face. I dont know where Im going with this.
I want a secret blog. Wait. I already have one. Hah.
But I dont like it. Its all emo and waan waan boo-hoo. Nobody really wants to know the shit unless we talking dirt.
Dig? No? See...
shit = all the emotional trouble youre going through.
dirt = interesting gossip about a third person.
Get it? bleh.

By the power vested in me by this blog I hereby declare:

Death on Ann Coulter and Sahir Lodhi;
Torture on Zardari and the clan;
And a ban on Morning shows.

I got a job...^.^
I think...:\
YaYy:D

Haider Abbas Rizvi is hot=[

304 yaYy ^.^

This is how I talk myself out of things. This conversation takes place between me and me. Kinda Gay.

Kia yaar...
what?
um...I miss..
Shut up. Shut the fuck up.
....
Okay lets reflect. Okay.
How do you feel...?
umm...weird
okay...what kind...any physical discomfort?
um..not really just...hollow I guess..
Like you have an empty stomach?
Yea sort of..
So youre hungry.
No...Im not hungry.
Okay other than that..?
um..no.
Okay so any psychological discomfort?
YES.
You cant stop thinking?
Duh..
Did you even try to distract yourself..?
I did...
Liar. You dint. You just want attention.
Whos attention?
Your own.
ahahah...yea that. I think Im hungry.
Exactly. Lets eat.

And I always end up looking stupid in front of me.