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Conversations takes two (or more) to make it work.

Stop making me fucking initiate the damn thing. All. The. Fucking. Time.

Or man up and quit stopping the conversation at formal questions (i.e. how are you etc) and really talk.

I am tired of this.

The day that I tell you that I have been unhappy for a period of time, but most certainly not depressed, don’t call it (being unhappy) an illness.

It’s really not.

I have this “person” whom I was friends with for literally years. She has the belief that she knows me inside and out. Dude. We haven’t had a conversation that spanned for more than a few minutes in 2 years and counting.

You once assumed that I wanted to meet your partner, and so you forcibly invited him to a gathering that *I* planned just so I could officially meet him.

Let me say something: Excuse me? If I meet people, then I meet them and that’s that. Don’t get me wrong, I am always happy to meet people. What pisses me off the most is that according to you, I was super excited to meet him. In my defense, I never expressed any excitement.

Side note: If I decide to do something, she tries to get involved that has absolutely nothing to do with her.Kindly back off and mind your own business.

If I wanted to tell you; I would have told you.

But I didn’t.

Get the hint.

Sometimes I don’t want to reply with, “I know that feeling all too well” in some situations.

It makes me feel awkward and weak.

…And it shouldn’t. =/

Probably why I crack half the jokes that I do.

Truth be told, I should be studying.

But I am not.

Whenever someone says “Who doesn’t (do it)?” after their offer was refused.

Hooray for having nothing special to say!

En route to no social life!

Would you rather be the most popular girl or boy in school for 5 whole years or have the greatest friends ever?

Would you rather have super powers or have Christmas never end?

Would you rather drink 1 gallon of ketchup or 1 gallon of mustard

Would you rather be prom queen/king of your high school or have a super cool and good looking boyfriend/girlfriend?

Would you rather have 500 tarantulas crawling in your house or 1000 crickets jumping around your room?

Would you rather have a third leg or a third arm?

Would you rather meet the Jonas Brothers or meet Miley Cyrus?

Would you rather eat 25 hot dogs or jump off a 50 ft high tree?

Would you rather travel back in time to the year 500 B.C or meet the queen of Egypt?

Would you rather be known as the school’s “Bad bully who loves Dora the Explorer” or be known as in school “The nerdy freak”?

Would you rather be chased by 10 vicious Rottweilers or 5 vicious German Shepherds?

Would you rather ride in a car going 90 mph and ride off a 30 ft cliff or ride in a car going 30 mph and ride off a 100 ft cliff?

Would you rather eat 5 rotten cheese slices or lick a dirty toilet?

Would you rather be king/or queen of the universe for one year or get what you want for one year?

Would you rather eat scrambled eggs raw or eat cold ice fish raw?

Would you rather win 1 million dollars on Deal or No Deal or win 1 million dollars on Don’t Forget The Lyrics?

Would you rather work at Disney Corporation or work at Nickelodeon Corporation?

Would you rather have 100+ friends who are OK or have 3 friends that are great?

Would you rather live as a dog or live as a cat?

Would you rather do the Macarena in front of everybody on a table or dress up as a chicken and dance like a freak in front of everybody?

Would you rather kiss (on the cheek) Zac Efron or Corbin Bleu?

Would you rather go to a wild concert or a relaxing and joyful spa?

Would you rather meet My Chemical Romance or Fall Out Boy?

Would you rather date an athletic person or a preppy person?

Would you rather own a car company or own a toy factory?

Would you rather always take a cold shower or sleep an hour less than you need to be fully rested? 
Would you rather always get first dibs or the last laugh? 
Would you rather always have to say everything on your mind or never speak again? 
Would you rather always lose or never play? 
Would you rather always wear earmuffs or a nose plug? 
Would you rather always win pie-eating contests or always win wheelbarrow races? 
Would you rather be 3 feet tall or 8 feet tall? 
Would you rather be 3 feet taller or 3 feet shorter? 
Would you rather be a deep sea diver or an astronaut? 
Would you rather be a dog named Killer or a cat named Fluffy? 
Would you rather be a giant hamster or a tiny rhino? 
Would you rather be a tree or live in a tree? 
Would you rather be able to hear any conversation or take back anything you say? 
Would you rather be able to read everyone’s mind all the time or always know their future? 
Would you rather be able to stop time or fly? 
Would you rather be an unknown minor league basketball player or a famous professional badminton star? 
Would you rather be born with an elephant trunk or a giraffe neck? 
Would you rather be forced to tell your best friend a lie or tell your parents the truth? 
Would you rather be forgotten or hatefully remembered? 
Would you rather be go about your normal day naked or fall asleep for a year? 
Would you rather be gossiped about or never talked about at all? 
Would you rather be hairy all over or completely bald? 
Would you rather be happy for 8hrs/day and poor or sad for 8hr/day and rich? 
Would you rather be invisible or be able to read minds? 
Would you rather be rich and ugly, or Poor and good looking? 
Would you rather be stranded on an island alone or with someone you hate? 
Would you rather be the most popular or the smartest person you know? 
Would you rather be the sand castle or the wave? 
Would you rather eat a bar of soap or drink a bottle of dishwashing liquid? 
Would you rather eat a handful of hair or lick three public telephones? 
Would you rather eat a stick of butter or a gallon of ice cream? 
Would you rather eat a stick of margarine or five tablespoons of hot pepper sauce? 
Would you rather eat poison ivy or a handful of bumblebees? 
Would you rather end hunger or hatred? 
Would you rather find true love or 10 million dollars? 
Would you rather forget who you were or who everyone else was? 
Would you rather get caught singing in the mirror or spying on your crush? 
Would you rather get even or get over it? 
Would you rather give bad advice or take bad advice? 
Would you rather give up your computer or your pet? 
Would you rather go to an amusement park or to a family reunion? 
Would you rather go without television or junk food for the rest of your life? 
Would you rather have a beautiful house and ugly car or an ugly house and beautiful car? 
Would you rather have a kangaroo or koala as your pet? 
Would you rather have a missing finger or have an extra toe? 
Would you rather have one wish granted today or three wishes granted in 10 years? 
Would you rather have x-ray vision or bionic hearing? 
Would you rather invent a cure for cancer or a cure for AIDS? 
Would you rather kiss a jellyfish or step on a crab? 
Would you rather know it all or have it all? 
Would you rather live without music or live without T.V.? 
Would you rather love and not be loved back, or be loved but never love? 
Would you rather make headlines for saving somebody’s life or winning a nobel prize? 
Would you rather meet an alien visitor or travel to outer space? 
Would you rather never use the internet again or never watch TV again? 
Would you rather not be able to use your phone or your e-mail? 
Would you rather only be able to whisper or only be able to shout? 
Would you rather own a ski lodge or a surf camp? 
Would you rather publish your diary or make a movie on your most embarrassing moment? 
Would you rather spend the day surfing the internet or the ocean? 
Would you rather sweat moderately but constantly 24 hours a day all over your body or have a metal pin in your jaw that constantly picks up talk radio stations? 
Would you rather die from falling off a cliff or by being threatened.

Sometimes it might seem to some people that I like to talk about myself a lot. It may look like that on the outside, but I really don’t - or at least nothing personal. I feel awkward talking about me as a person. Blargh. What to do.

…I’m not complaining though! I like myself. I am truly content with my life.

… is writing and sending cards.

It is my getaway, my joy, my happiness.

It brings a smile to my face; never leaving it for even a second.

Just wanted to share that with you, Tumblr world. ♥