my dreamgirl don't exist

i wish my sister would shut up. i have to leave the room when she starts talking, because otherwise i'd get high blood pressure from her immaturity and stubbornness. UGH. i have shut myself in the computer room so i can get away from the thirteen-year-old idiocy. GO THE FUCK AWAY AND TALK SOMEWHERE ELSE PLEASE KTHX.

i'm pissed off at some stupid people. my relationships with them are deteriorating. i wish i could care about them like i have done in the past, and try to reconciliate with them, talk to them, lick their egos, etc, but i simply don't give a shit anymore and couldn't care less about what happens to them. they act like fourth graders. pstpstpstpst. i should ask them why they are so stupid. fuckin weirdos.

my friend's newest insult for annoying people is BARF YOU. like fuck you, but worse. ha ha ha ha ah aha ahsdflksd;ajglsdjglsadfjsdlfjlsdjflsdjfld. i wish they all one day realize how stupid they are and exile themselves to a faraway land/planet.


on an irrelevant note, i get weirdly nostalgic/wistful when i listen to neutral milk hotel's "in the aeroplane over the sea". how normal, to be wistful at the age of 16-almost-17. harrrrrrr. i always seem to be looking in the past or future to that one day when i seemed to have / will have something meaningful and exciting in life. elementary school seems to be a good time to go back to, right about now, back when people were smarter and less egocentric. i think we should all just play a nice game of Kick the Can or Capture the Flag. and fucking give up worrying about money and magazines and trendsetting. HA!