Wow.

I was on Facebook, and Jonathan posted DJ Earworm's "United States of Pop 2010". After hearing all the individual songs mashed up, I realized how long 2010 was. This is totally messing me up. I feel like it flew by, but it was so long, and I couldn't stand 2010. It's just weird, I guess. Either way, I feel like I have more to say, but I'm way too tired to say anything else. Goodnight.

This one is for me.

We're not talking. I'm probably not going to talk to you about this. Any of it, really. Take your nap. Deal with your anger, and any other emotion you have, the way you want and do. I'm giving you what you want. I'll wait to talk to you. But, I'm not telling you what bothers me. I don't want to anymore. This time, I'd really rather be alone.

Here are a few things worth keeping in mind.

1. Girls think all girls are pretty unless they hate each other. Girls call each other gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, cute, or what-have-you when it's not at all the case. They're all fucking liars when it comes to this shit.

2. The people who love you, lie to you. 

3. Facebook is full of stupid things, and people's statuses are terrible.

4. Nobody is as intelligent as you'd think. Especially me. 

5. A relationship should never be spent trying to make up for things you've done wrong. 

6. I'm the most critical person I know, and I hate a lot of things.

7. Don't talk to me because chances are I'll end up judging you or start an argument. 

8. I'm not the nice guy I used to be, so avoid me.

9. I will get in your face and call you out if you're being stupid in my eyes. 

10. People cheat and lie. Don't trust them. 

11. Life hurts.

I'm sitting in my room, and I have my bags packed. I'm supposed to be packing for school, but I'm really tempted to just leave. I'm trying to decide whether or not I'll be moving back into my dorm or running away. I'm just saying, school isn't my first choice in this decision. Not right now, at least. Happy new year, anyone who reads this. Enjoy the song. 

Kill The President - Arrogant Sons of Bitches

Mental note for this year's New Years:

Avoid the shit out of Facebook. I hate reading, "Resolution #1: blah blah blah things are going to be awesome, everything will fall into place, this is my year!"

Stuff like that makes me angry. Resolutions are supposed to be challenges, not something vague and ambiguous like "everything will fall into place."

Make things hard for yourself in hopes to become a better person by meeting these challenges.

For the first time in my life, I actually have a few resolutions. I'm not posting them for everyone to see, but if you ask, I will tell.

Happy new year, everyone.

Um.

The Arrogant Sons of Bitches is a really good band.

It's upbeat depression. I never thought I'd be able to see that. It's quite fantastic.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I miss you. I really do. I've been crying about it since the clock struck Christmas. I just wish you'd give me a hug and tell me you love me. I miss my dad, Dad.

If there's anything I want from you today, it's love. Not money. Not presents. Just love. Please, show up today. I need you. I don't know why, but I do. You're my dad. That's reason enough.

I love you, Dad. Despite every bad thing I've ever said about you, I love you.

Please come home for Christmas.

Love, Om.

Christensen

I still remember you laughing at me for getting an answer wrong in 7th grade. Fucking seven or eight years ago, and it still bugs me. That's not the only thing you did to fuck me up, but that's all that's important right now.

There are good things that came with that. I know much more now than I did then. Not to mention, I also wised up to your bullshit and can see just how stupid you really are. You're not smart. You're not a joy to be around. You're a fucking cunt. All I remember about you is how condescending and stuck up you were. I feel bad for your kids and your husband. I'm sure they fucking hate that they're stuck with you.

Suck my figurative cock, bitch.