Zapping the grey clouds away.

i have always believed that life is just too short for sadness and misery to take up space in it.

but it doesnt really work that way i suppose. whoever that came up with that line must had been pollyana herself or some pisshead who had been hitting the sauce one pint too much.

not that i would know anyth about "pints" "sauces" or "pissheads", of course. *blink innocently*

Im am a Teenager, therefore I am Angsty. But mercifully, I am a Guy Teenager, so unlike the female version of it, we don't verbalize the thoughts in our heads. Jaded feelings, Suicidal thoughts and complexed suicide plans involving a single blood stained note and black roses are all very well, but they stay right where they are- in the head. None receieve the special behind the stage passes and be granted the entrance of our tongues.

But girls are different. On a good day, 10 page rants on their blogs revolving around the contents of backstabbers assorted, 3 timing bastard boyfrens that they cant get over and various thank yous and goodbyes to people they know before their suicide attempts are all the norm. Thoughts spill over freely and it becomes almost conversational, like as if they were commenting about the weather of the day.No shame at all, i say.

However, the angst scale shoots off the charts when their PMSes come abitching. Everything becomes the power of 10.

This is usually cue for men to take cover and hide.

I havent been feeling too hot today actually. You wouldnt when you realize with horror that you no longer care about homework and tests when you would have freted over them like an obsessive mom over their child in a previous lifetime.

though its for good reason when the lecturer is fat, balding and a lecher to boot who gets young nubile girls who are his students to come up to the front of a lecture to read unneccesary quotes from some up-his-arse that is totally unrelated to anything that he had been teaching about just to have a good look at said girl's bum/tit etc etc.

sadness and loneliness is as sadness and loneliness are. I try not to acknowledge it, turning a blind eye and eating an industrial sized box of smarties and watching Reese Whitherspoon movies to take everything away. It works sometimes, and sometimes it doesnt. But the more important thing is to move on from it. isnt it?

....

but sometimes it really doesnt work that way either. life is confusing that way. and sometimes I become so overwhelmed by it I want to leave everything behind.

If only we can do that.