Annoyance Quotes

I constantly stress out. There are never days where I am stress free.

Is it honestly the worst thing in the god damn world to want you at my side all the time? and to hate the things you go to first rather than me? And to hate the fact you apologize for things you end up doing anyway? is it really unreasonable for me to expect the same for you when you know the lengths i would go to for you, and to be with you. I toss everyone and everything aside for you, to not have the same in return, or so it feels... Cause if it was the case, you would be here right now letting me comfort you and vice versa.
Why do I feel like this, I hate it so much.

'April showers bring May flowers' is lie because so far where I live it harained more in May than it diin Apriand May isn't even over yet.
You know what's annoying?
When some people at the store look into your cart to see what you are buying. 

Stop telling me I don't understand what it's like. 

You have no clue how well I freaking understand.
That annoying moment..

rong grama. .-.
Doesn't it annoy you..? o-0

In the tone of a delusional, teenaged girl with the tone of a kind of frustration and delight and shock and bliss after reading a good, sad book. (The Kite Runner, anyone?)

Okay so, it's obvious I've lost my ability to concoct one of those (possibly feigned) meaningful spiels (did I really think they'd satisfy my royal annoyance of the current state of the universe? oh sh*t) that I always tried to put together but never really quite achieved the right degree of personal satisfaction or bring an edge of common sense. (What's the point in reading if there is NO point in it? I murdered the English language!) I just wish I could find the key to the door that hides the remedy to my poisonous language skills. Because oh, my god, everything has structure and you just can't miss the basics. The basics!

It's frustrating because I read a lot and sometimes wish I could write like them. It's not that I want to write a book, I just want to put words together in a way that would finally satisfy me so I can peacefully release my bat wings and sputter glitter and reunite with my definitely-not-vampires family. (Yes, this is called 'lecturing myself.' And I can't stand vampires. Seriously.)

I don't really know, maybe my brain unhinged itself from speaking and feeling fluently as should a human but lately, the things I have been saying is only ever left to becoming disconnected and unconveyed to the point it is not worth a thought. This makes no sense. Am I thinking too much, thinking too little? I make no sense. But that's okay, all is okay with me. This is no rant in particular and definitely nothing beneficial or whatsoever to anyone or anything and I cannot guarantee that things I say are filtered and inoffensive (please worry, I'm not just talking about swearing, even though my vocabulary downright sucks), if you've read this far, please, know that I've already warned you.

Sometimes I feel so violated when a book convincingly convolute my morals and beliefs. It's like I have to remind myself with force of what I should believe and this is just a work of fiction. But fiction, albeit unreal, still has its effect. "Made-up stories matter for precisely the same reason that anything matters: because we decide they matter, because we imbue them with meaning." (John Green, in an answer to a question on his Author's Note)

Can I just say I love everything he writes? Frankly, I'd read his grocery list.
That annoying moment when you start the same sentace three times but someone keeps interrupting you
Clamly hands + Laptop mouse pad = Complete rage
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