This is what I’d like to say to someone but can’t. I’m like that, I tend to bottle things up…
Dear [censored]
I’d just like to say how much you’ve hurt me. I don’t think you realise this, you’re too stuck up your own arse to even notice. Everything has to be about you. You’ve taken the few friends away from me. This has progressed to them excluding me and leaving me out. You’re all bum chums now. and what’s happened to Ianthe? Left out in the cold. Do you know how much that hurts? Do you? No you don’t. You’ve never experienced hurt and pain. Well, you say you haven’t. I’d like to disagree. What you need is a good kick up the backside, I’ve got my steel toed boots ready. Believe me. You ask, I’ll already be there. Well, you know what? You can have your bum chums because I can’t be bothered anymore. I’ve had enough. I’m out.
I’m so tired and it’s only what half 3 in the afternoon. I get like this sometimes where I’m constantly KNACKERED. I can’t even be bothered to eat. THAT’S how tired I am. But I haven’t been doing anything active. Obviously, yes I do understand that if your sitting there doing jack-all, you’re going to be exhausted. How is that possible? You’re not using your brain for serious activity, therefore, it all points to your brain having a rest. But no, by doing nothing, you end up with brain ache. I only get brain ache from listening to a nagging mother, too much homework or if I ate ice cream.
I did have the urge to jump out of bed this morning but gradually that’s decreased to nothingness. Ah well, I need a rest anyway….
*snoozes*
I’m currently working with a nice chappie named Mr. Harlan Black. We’re working on developing a short story that I wrote as requested by him. Hopefully, it’ll turn out to be a rip-roaring success. James Patterson: eat your heart out. ;)
My profile picture says a lot about me. But firstly, I’d like to thank a cute fennec fox who goes by the name of MangoPaws for drawing Ianthe in her “zone” as it were. She’s managed to capture the essence beautifully. As you’ve probably guessed, drawing is NOT my strong point. I once tried drawing my own profile picture for a furry fandom website once, but unfortunately, it ended up looking a bit like a man in drag. Off to the shredder it went and back to the laptop I went to continue my writing.
Ianthe is the side of me, I rarely let out or show to others. Yes she does have some of my traits (i.e. the annoying, bouncy, fun and hyperactive) but she also harbours the darker side of me, the side that no one who’s seen me face to face has come across (i.e. the serious, sometimes melancholic). Don’t get me wrong, I love Ianthe to bits. She’s just me but not me. If that makes any sense…which it doesn’t…but oh well. If I ever met my furry friends in real life, they wouldn’t recognise me. I’m really shy and am quite content to sit in silence, no matter how awkward it is for hours on end. I feel that the time has passed to say something so I may as well stay silent. It’s amazing that the cat that never shuts up on the internet can be so…reserved as it were in the real life. I find it hard to communicate with new people. I always keep my gaurd up until I can trust them enough to let them in. I’m not like most who “wear their heart on their sleeves”.
Anyway, less of the reflecting, more on the…I can’t actually think of anything that rhymes with reflecting over than reflexing and correcting :/ So this is me, 100%. Nothing more, nothing less, but a lot inbetween. As I sign off here, I ask you: Is your glass half empty or half full?
Well, I’ve never tried blogging before; let’s see how things go! On and off, I will be posting my thoughts and opinions on anything and everything. From friends to fashion faux pas and all the things in between. So…check it out :)
