We Were Stupid, We Got Caught

I'm not really in a blogging mood, but I feel I should because my last blog isn't really up to date with my life.

I've been looking at old love notes recently. I don't really know how I feel about them. They were sincere and heartfelt, but cliched as fuck and took advantage of a sixth grade vocabulary textbook. I don't really think I miss the times spent with her either. I don't really know. I know I miss late night cuddles. I would have that pretty consistently now, but someone's parents are quite the sticklers.

Here comes some mild bluntness.

People tell me to date Kat all the time. I can't get a single day without hearing her name and the word date as it's satellite. That shit used to get to my head. You know... maybe I should consider what they're saying. I dunno. For a good while I was seriously thinking about that, then she told me something that stuck with me. Roughly "Nicky, we're basically dating... just without the benefits!" I probably reacted to that in some awkwardly bizarre manner that she just brushed off in her coy little ways. I know that that stuck with me. The only benefit I genuinely need from anything is cuddling, and anyone that knows me and her know how we are.

I don't know why I'm talking about this. I don't care if she sees either. hi babes!

She sucked at cuddling anyway. I know it's been forever and a day since then, but I still like talking about it. The bitch wouldn't let me see Kat. I'm glad it's been over for awhile. She's worth it.

I apologize for my lack of order.

You're Never Gonna See the Things That Will Come of Me

I wanted to write a blog. And I'm going to, because I have that freedom, and I'm lucky.

Luck is a lady, and she's a slut for my good looks. I mean, hey, greed and selfishness is necessary. If you don't look out for yourself, who else is going to? It's your job to look out for yourself, and you can help others along the way if it won't hurt you. No one else is responsible for your well-being.

I'm far from hurtable right now. She's coming with me. Oh hell yes. I'll make sure of it. You know why? Because she's pretty, because she's different, because she could use it, because I have plans for her, and because I have that power.

I'm a powerful kid. People don't notice it, but I really am. I'm persuasive, attractive, silver-tounged, and downright maniacal. Maniacal isn't always bad, sometimes it's just... beneficial. I can get my way if I want it bad enough.

Cockiness is just the result of realizing your abilities.

I'm also a very humble child. I know when I'm trumped, and I know how to behave in those situations.

She's cool. She sees this and she'll know it's about her. She knows what's going on. She's strong. She's solid on her opinions. She's downright beautiful. Awkwardness is a good thing.

I can trust her.

I'm a teenager, my life is supposed to be focused around girls. I found a good one.

Things are going to happen.

Torn to Pieces.

"He looked upward toward the night sky and said, 'Honestly... was this the best you could do? Truly? Create creatures willing to work themselves into a state where they toss aside all reason? If the answer is yes, then what does that say about you? If the answer is no, then why didn't you put some more effort into it?' He shook his head. 'You disappoint me. We are going to have words, you and I. When I am running the universe - when I am lord over all creation - rest assured I'll do a better job than this. And my followers will never doubt me the way yours are beginning to.' With that, Ryan retired to his inner chambers."