Complaints

I am tired of being let down. Simple things in life should not be so very hard to attain.
Decent friendships, for one. I mean, how many assholes can there possibly be in one town?
Or is it me? Maybe it is.

I find myself engaged in conversations that make me want to groan loudly. It is as though there is two people; the plastic version of me who talks about pointless matters, and the real me. The shy, cautious, nervous wreck who pretends to be this loud obnoxious bitch.

Is it so horrible that I'd rather read Edgar Allan Poe than watch Home and Away?
Is it so 'weird' that Jay Z and Ke$ha, to me, have no musical talent?
If so, I am screwed.

I can't stand most of the people who I associate myself with. Most of them seem rather boorish and annoying. So what am I to do?
a) Stop complaining and keep up the facade.
or
b) Tell everyone who is annoying to get the fuck away from me?

I am such a hopeless teenager. Ugh.

22nd March 2010

How was your day today?
Today I awoke at 12:01pm and sat watching Dr. Phil in my pajamas. In ad breaks I smoked copious amounts of cigarettes. Following Dr. Phil I watched Julie & Julia then read some trashy Mills&Boon.

I awoke my boyfriend at 3:30pm and badgered him to acompany me to the Tursa employment and training centre. Following what seemed to be a pointless interveiw I returned home, drunk coke, ate salad and fell asleep for an afternoon nap.

Oh my fucking God, I am hopeless.

Happiness

Happiness is like a butterfly;
The more you chase it,
The more it will elude you.
But if you turn your attention to other things;
It will come and sit softly on your shoulder.

Frienship

I've noticed, in my amazingly short life, that friendship and loyalty mean different things to everybody. I was raised with the idea that you give the world for your friends and you're with them "till the end". My veiws were swiftly changed in the 9th grade when I was introduced to the art of backstabbing.

I too, I must admit, have sculpted and perfected my own social techniques over time. When I was fifteen, and I say that like it is so very long ago when in actual fact it isn't, I was at the peak of my manipulative, backstabbing period.

Being a bitch to the people around you is only fun until the people around you leave. When you have something that is fine to begin with, destroying it doesn't seem to be as amusing when you understand what it is like to be alone.

Day one.

Hello potential readers; I am Taylor Trashcan.

I have decided to write a blog because I'd rather post my innermost thoughts to the entire world then confide in a friend.

I suppose a little information about me would help...
My favorite colours are red and grey. I am interested in art, music and personality theorists.

I dislike it when people shout or when people are rude. I prefer winter to summer and don't like the sun very much at all.

I have a fear of the dark and of being alone.

Sometimes I wish I could set up my own little house on a secluded snowy island and wither away pathetically. Either that or have a house made of fibre glass with cute pink flamingos out the front.