Heh. Autumn brings out the best in me it seems. It's my favourite season.
I'm building bridges. Befriending people from the past and fixing things. Well, as much as things are fixed.
This however, does not go to the fuckers who spent their time seeking my attention constantly and leading me on. You will never, ever, EVER be in my life again. I hope who this is aimed at reads this. Because I want you to know how fucking much I want you to suffer.
|That's me, dated 05/10/2010. Hiya.|
At the bus stop recently, on my way home from college, two of my classmates... no, acquaintances, called me out on apparently sounding posh? And being well spoken? Using big words?
Is it such a big deal in 2010 that someone is actually literate and has a large vocabulary?
I am not posh. Never have been, never will be. Far from it. Maybe it's just because I don't have a traditional Belfast accent. Or because I actually know what a metaphor is. That's right. The people who accused me of all this were confused and told me to simplify things in class when I used the words "metaphor" and "vain".
I give up. Next time people want to call me out on a quality of mine, they should probably pick a different one, because they're only making themselves look ill-educated by going "YOU TALK REALLY PROPER."
Rant over. I have college tomorrow at like... quarter past 11. Sorry for the lack of posts recently (heh, I'm apologising to my future self reading this, since no one else does).
Ps. I'm a fucking poet:
"Once I called you my sunshine, but now it seems there's a solar eclipse."
Damn, I'm deeeeep.