Saturday, May 29, 2010

Newton High School

YES, for all of you who didn't already know, I am a SEN10R in high school.

NHS has to be one of the shittiest schools that I have ever been a part of. On some real shit, what kind of school has paper shortages? WTF. HAHAHA.

They fucked me over several times, and I am so fucking ready to fucking leave. YES!

Tell me why this person in guidance didn't send my transcript after I had told her 3 times. I asked her around February or March, and she just sent that shit like two and a half weeks ago. It's May. SMH at the failures of the faculty staff of NHS. Not all are racist and ignorant, some are actually the best teachers who taught me a lot of life lessons, helped me through struggles, and got me out of a lot of bullshit.

Also, I still remember that vice principal's secretary talking shit about me while I was sitting right in front of her. She thought I left, but her computer screen was blocking my face. FAIL! Dumbshits.

Anywho, I love my English class,
and mostly everybody in it. Haha.
Here's an example of what we do.
My school is too broke to have real books,
so we have to share photocopies.
I'm the best. Lol.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Addicting Pain.

Whenever I feel the needle touch my skin, I calm down. You know, like relax. I love the feeling of it. It hurts, but it doesn't. Not the sensation in 'pain is pleasure' thing. The feeling is different; it's extraordinary.

My parents' names.
Ambigrams are awesome.

A short video from when Miriam and I went to the tat shop.

I'm finishing up my side, then I'm done; no more tattoos. I've been told by a few people that I'm addicted to it, but nah. At least, I hope not. Lol.

Friday, May 21, 2010


is a virtue.

But, I loathe it when people tell me that they'll call me back and never do... Fuck waiting.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Déjà Vu

Waking up in the morning, feeling like the whole world just crashed onto Me. WTF?

I don't necessarily understand what it is, but I know that it's not good. I don't need crocodile tears, nor am I asking for pity; sympathy, maybe. I do acknowledge the fact that I am more fortunate than other people, but I won't compare my adversities to others'. And, isn't it kind of fucked up to look at somebody else's misfortunes for the better of one's self? Selfishness is human intuition, but it shouldn't be intended. In my opinion, at least.

I honestly don't know what to do. I have been fine for 2 or 3 years, and this nonsense is back. I have not felt like this for a while now. I am so angry, but don't have anything to be mad about. This indescribable anguish is consuming every inch of my body and mind. It's calling for all inhumane pains to scatter all over my nervous system. I have no control. I'm lost. My mind is filled with conundrums, but also occupied with emptiness. The gamut of sorrows couldn't even sum up to this bullshit...

I feel like ripping my skull open. I want to find out what in the fuck is causing this. Really. Don't need this, not right now.

There is something wrong; I don't know if it's me, or something else.

Bonus: Via iPhone.
May 6, 2010.

Got mad at some bullshit, and this is what had happened. Nothing like the good 'ol times. =|
Needed something, and I got this. It's insufficient, so I shall be back with some more. Evidenlty, it's not done.

Do not depend on anybody,
because at the end of the day,
it's every man for himself.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

My heart is shattered.

I shall hide in my cave now.


I'll be back, promise.