…it is true.

Every time you call my name is fuel for my resentment. I can careless whether you cry when I say “NO!” When you told me you were ashamed of me and who I am, I cut my ties with you. I disconnected you from my circuit. You will have to earn my respect. Trust. Love. Betrayed. Confused. Fuck You.

ryanalexandersincere:

g-elle:

slavedchains:

bahaha xD

(via notclevernotfunny)

oh my goodness

 I try to live a simple life right now; without many people in it. I have enough household/family issues to deal with before I include drama-causing so-called friends in my life.

Overall, I am taking a new look at my life. Each day is a new start. I wake up, tell myself not to hand my power over to the world, and make my day a good one. In turn my empathy is depleted. I have a hard time socializing with my own family and other so-called friends. I cannot comfort people who I see are not taking charge of their own life. I am working 90+ hours a week to get out of this house and lifestyle. It is taking a toll on my mental, emotional, and physical health. To whom I speak with are in accord with my ultimate goal to leave this house, and my departure will be the only remedy for my pain.

There are four engineers traveling in a car; a mechanical engineer, a chemical engineer, an electrical engineer and a computer engineer. The car breaks down. “Sounds to me as if the pistons have seized. We’ll have to strip down the engine before we can get the car working again”, says the mechanical engineer. “Well”, says the chemical engineer, “it sounded to me as if the fuel might be contaminated. I think we should clear out the fuel system.” “I thought it might be a grounding problem”, says the electrical engineer, “or maybe a faulty plug lead.” They all turn to the computer engineer who has said nothing and say: “Well, what do you think?” “Ummm perhaps if we all get out of the car and get back in again?”

Hello my long lost friend. It is nice to meet you again.

Today, I met the most cronic winker of my life time. I knew when each sentence was over, because it would end in a slow wink followed by a lean in. It irritated me to the point that I almost started winking out of frustration. I wonder if she knews that her eyes are more punctual than her voice. Most people of a phoenic language lower their voice tone or raise it higher for a question. She doesn’t (wink) Everything mark of punctuation has to be a wink(wink) I just do not understand why(wink) I wonder if she has been doing it all her life(wink) Does she think it is cool(wink) Can I really go up to her and say(wink) (wink)Why do you wink voluntarily after every sentence(wink)(wink)(wink) Ugh(wink)

Woot! Baltimore! Baltimore! Baltimore! With my king!

Today begins a new small journey that will ultimately. I am in a funk. I’m waiting for something to happen today. I’ve been a major bitch so far this morning. Some people just do not deserve my time at all. Annoyed and Pissed. What will this day of class bring me. I don’t know. I don’t care really. Can we just please start to critically thing logically with C# Object-oriented programming?