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Hi.
Here I am … crying over nothing again.
Difficult to see the keyboard because of all the tears.
Been home all day watching various Anime/TV-series/films.
Baked a vegan-cake. Was tasty.

Popped some popcorns, burnt them.
Suddenly have an urge to read Harry Potter.

Anyways.

Downloaded Fate/stay night, seems like an awesome anime.
My friend texted me some negative information on my current favourite film Coraline, it made me really sad. More sad then before. I hope that friend doesn't read this.
Well he won't anyway since he's to damn lazy to read my blog.
I mean If he were to write in a blog, I would read it.

Disrespectful...

My dad called, said they'd be gone all evening, doesn't matter. In fact it's a good thing.
I can sit here all evening in my corner and cry silently.

Now what you readers are thinking now is:
Oh poor girl.

I am no girl, nor am I a boy.
I am me, molly etc~

I'm always poor really, both economically and in a “oh poor molly”-ish way.
I'm okay even though I'm that way.

Been thinking a lot about medications. But I know they won't work. So why do I keep craving them?

I miss someone, I miss someone else, and I miss you.

This might have been really personal and all that. But I don't care about that. I never have.
Everybody knows I'm a weirdo, and that I suffer from Adhd/Aspergers/odd and manic depression, also refered to as bipolar type 1. Being personal and letting people know personal stuff about me have never been something I've been scared of. No I think it's the opposite way.

If you read this entire thing, please commentate.
You could comment:
“Yay cookies”
Or:
“Everything is gonna be alright”

Whatever.

Just comment ...please? It would cheer me up a bit.



With love

///Kaiserin