Hell no.

The pessimist is back to terrorize this world.

From this day and onwards, I solemnly swear I’m gonna quit jamming all the shit into this blog and make it into a somewhat territory that will make you bore till you are an inch near death. I’m no hilarious joker. I tend to be a little lass radically– in her own imaginary petite and invisible world with dainty unicorns and abnormal flying cat jollying and chanting Margot & the Nuclear So and So’s melodies that replaces the siblings ear-cringing screeches (in real life).. Eventhough I will be six-aggravating-teen in shall we say, 5 months time? A bloody long period of time. I shall make a time line that consists of things that should be done till July to cure this infinite boredom. (Insert some unintended pauses and a few cusses ‘cos I’m going nowhere for the 92579320th time this year) Tehehehe.

I just can’t wait till I’m seventeen/eighteen– or whatevs, with a driving license in thy purse to flaunt and post some ‘F-ck yeah, I’ve got a God-damn driving license and you don’t. Ha!’ on Facebook and bitch on about how rad I am. Or I can remain as the lass that places her ass alone on that plastic chair that is merely gonna collapse in less than 1 hour ‘cos it had to endure the excessive weight after losing everything I needed to survive (includes –insert a large amount of things that couldn’t be listed–), with a book and a pen and her journal (that consists of her life since she was officially announced as a loner) and some pleasing liquid to cure the tensed and void-like brain.

When Aisyah’s sanity rose from the dead, shit happens.