Oblivion is my Home

What I'm up to

Written on Aug 22, 09 4:34 am | Musings/Thoughts | 4 comments | 0 | 0

So I'm in school today, blogging. I missed classes because I was too late. I slept at almost two am last night talking to Ajax about god knows what. Haha. XD
The road's empty today which is very unlikely, I crossed an almost deserted road when normally I wouldn't because if I do, I'll surely get hit and die. The sky's also gray and I'm very happy, I hate the sun.

I'm a liar.

I've got a lot of excuses said to different people and I'm not sure if I could keep up with it when asked. Anyway, I'm good at saving my ass, I always talk my way out of damn stupid things I involve myself in.

And I don't know why, but hate is filling up inside me. I hate a lot of things and people, I hate even the most littlest useless things.

There was a sleepover at my friend's last night and I wasn't even permitted to go. What the hell? I'm turning 19 in 10 days!

Btw, those who want to greet me, email me at marooned_
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Haunted by my love's ex-girlfriend.

Written on Jun 4, 09 5:00 pm | Musings/Thoughts | 4 comments | 0 | 0

Being up awake in the middle of the night is no different at all especially since thousands of other teenagers like me are doing the same. But maybe I am quite different since my grandma’s house is in the middle of the woods, I’m sitting in an old oak chair inside the old storage room and the only sound I could hear is the ticking of the clock. I could hear faint howls of wild dogs but I don’t want to think they even exist.

I had dusted the old mirror in front of me before I sat down and rummaged in my old closet. I found this old black leather notebook filled with cobwebs. I prefer to write in a moleskine but I’m so dirt poor I can’t even afford to buy myself one. Anyway, I think I looked beautiful as I stare at myself in the broken mirror. My black eyeliner smudged under my eyes, my lips red because of bleeding, my teeth are so white and my long black hair curling at the end,
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Resident Evil resides in little kid's head

Written on Feb 4, 09 1:09 pm | Playstation 2 | 4 comments | 0 | 0

Christmas breaks could be awfully boring especially if you've got nothing to do but stare in space imagining you were somewhere with someone. =d
I tried doing it but it didn't last long, I certainly know that I'd go mad if I continue doing it in a few more hours.

I did what I usually do when everyone's busy that they don't keep an eye on me.

Plugged the PS2 in the HD, put popcorns in the microwave, and went to barf in the CR before those dead hooligans churn up my dinner swimming in acid inside my stomach.

I just finished cheating (neoseeking cheats ftw) and doing what the guide says when my little 9 year old brother came running into me shouting that his toys are being eaten by spiders and that I should save them.

I could take up seeing heads snapping out of bodies, then blood shooting out of it, limbs chainsawed away and all that gory stuff in games and in media but I could never step on a
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My hands are stained with blood

Written on Jan 27, 09 3:08 pm | Playstation 3 | 2 comments | 0 | 0

No one could make me stop.
I will do what I want.
I'll search for what I need and I'll find it fast.

You can try and scare me, but you're just a nightmare looking for death.
I'll give it to you baby.

Just then, my manga addict cousin downloaded heaps of those black and white trash that I don't find appealing. Maybe a little color in it would attract me so to shift my addiction. Anyway, I screamed before he could even chuckle more before his screen.

"You're stealing my reception!"

I threw the analog controller softly in my couch and stormed out of my room just to find him munching and chuckling on God knows what he's reading.
He threw a pillow that hit my face, it made me stutter instead of shout. I whined that I'm on a massive shoot-fest, all those downloads are bad for the PS3. He told me to look at the mirror, I asked why, he said I looked like my video game, I blushed and told him I did cus
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