Here I am, blogging. I looked at the stats of my website, and I saw that they had dwindled in the past few days. I am no longer cool...oh damn, life sucks. I need a burrito.
I woke up today and thought I would accomplish so many things, this was not one of them.
I guess that's what makes me an "over achiever"
First I spelled achiever wrong and the red squiggilies reminded me.
What do people read blogs for, is it the truth, is it funny opinions? I feel the pressure to be great, but also don't intend on being a liar. I'm not the best at anything, but I'm good at a lot of things. I think Adam Sandler said that once too, and look at his success. My day will come, but I feel successful in other ways sometimes. Life is not bad. My depression doesn't consume me like it used to. I have learned to cope with things so much better.
This is me, Kazidelicious. My boyfriend says I'm hard to talk to because I start one story and before you know it I've told ten. I am going to go off topic all the time! I hope you still love me, or hate me, or feel impartial to me. So basically I hope my story telling doesn't change your opinion on me....wait...yeah it's going to. I'm going to be a real cunt sometimes and everyone will hate me.
I'm okay with that
I probably deserve it.
So now that that's settled the pressure is off and I am free to be myself.
I'm bored so I shall continue on to other endeavors, like eating.... ttyl