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The life of a fiendish schizophrenic.

Monday, February 17, 2003

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I just realised that the webmaster of diversionz got a tad bit offended by my little comment about his shitty background for his blogger and ultimately changed it to black. Well, if I'm such a bad blog critique, why did he even bother changing his blogger? What a little hypocrite.

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People that get offended over what I say on this Blogger is a fucking moron. I critiqued that person's site merely because I was bored, and when I see something hideous while I'm bored, I say comepletely what is in my mind. I don't give a shit what that guy has to say, and if his stupid little image wasn't as big as he had made it, I would have left it on my blogger. But yeah, unlike other people, I actually *do* care about how my blogger's layout looks. That image "totally" cramped my style. *rolls eyes*

If you suffer from severe idiocy and you happened to miss my disclaimer on the side which oh-so-very-much stands out on my black background, here it is:

I offer to you a small window into my life and my thoughts, nothing more. What I write is only what I choose to tell, there is much I choose not to reveal. Please remember that. I offer you not much, thus I shall not ask for much. I only wish for you to respect my opinions. If you do not wish to be bounded by such a contract, then ignore this journal and move on.

I write when I have something to say: a rant to relieve stress, a rambling to cure boredom, or a rhetoric to lessen depression. I can be diagnosed as a schizophrenic
[everyone is, they're just afraid to show their true colors sometimes :P]. There are many layers to me. I change emotions in less than seconds, at anytime--anywhere. I do it subconsciously, without even knowing it. Other than that, I'm just a person with a voice, a fondness for change, and an odd way of doing things.


Love,

Mil

P.S.:

Sweetheart, I'm a girl. I'm just some little Asian girl that hurt your widdle feelings. But you also hurted my feelings because you called me a "he". Cry cry cry cry cry. Please excuse me now so I could go sulk on my pink, little bed and cry my eyes out while re-thinking my life.

OMFG YOU ARE SO WITTY IT MAKES ME CRY.

CRY.

¬_¬

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