The Faggotry...

Ugh, just finished arguing with this jerk about the intelligence of Pixar movies. Why is it so hard for people to appreciate Pixar films are art-forms? It's already sad that the all-so-mature adults could not stray from cynicism for a moment to see the truth, now even the teenagers, too?

It's not cartoon, folks; it's animation, and even that is not considered as a genre. As the great director of The Incredibles, Brad Bird, once said, "(Animation) can be horror, sci-fi, romance; any genre."

Ugh, now I'm a little obsessed in waiting for his reply, so that I could really bash him up for good.

I know, I know, I'm supposed to be subduing my temper problem. I'm supposed to be doing a lot of things. Going to church, saving up cash the proper way, eat healthy, revising for my future exams, but I've done none of them - save the second one which I did quite a poor job at.

Sigh. It's still so tough nowadays to be working hard with all these emotional traumas I've been getting. I've had a little conflictual moment with Gabriel (not sure if I've spelled his name right) yesterday. I've never really liked him, but most of the time, that's because of his relationship with Jordan.

I've gotta admit, I'm still quite jealous. Not because he hangs out with Jordan more than I do with J (J actually spends more time with me), but because whenever J does hang out with Gab, he always took me for granted, like I just don't exist at all, unless when Gab does notice me (which is ironic, for Gab to be the one outta the two to notice me first, always).

In fact, just like yesterday. When I've met up with him at the bus-stop closest to Gab's house, J simply nudged his head in reply to my 'head-nudge greeting,' and after that, it's all silent. He didn't bother to talk to me - at all - which is cool and all, but he didn't even bother to reply me after I asked him if Gab have return his call (J kept trying to reach somebody on his phone on our way to Gab's house).

It's always the same, that's why it kinda left a shadow in my life. Whenever 'that name' was mentioned, I feel as if my heart had dropped. I thought, 'Yep. It's over. Better not get me to meet Gab, too, 'coz I know I would be the 'appendage' of the meeting... again.'

And I have no choice, either. My parents ain't much of a family to me. My mum couldn't understand me more than half of the time (and thus, gets on my nerves). My dad's just a fucktard who continuously questions my every action (mostly when it's regarding his money) ever since I've stolen those ten thousand bucks from his and my mum's account (it's five thousand per account, BTW), which is about, like, three to even five years ago for all I could remember.

Okay, maybe shorter than that.

And since my folks can't be the caring duo, all I've got to yearn for is my friends, of whom half of them suck as friends. My new ITE friends couldn't give a damn if I'm dead or alive. Pretty much the same as my old Secondary School friends, but more bo chap than ever.

And Jordan, my 'supposed' bestfriend. I still couldn't remember a single moment when he saved my ass before, or at the least, helped me out on any issues. I must've at least helped him more than five times back in Secondary School. Nowadays, I just feel indifferent towards helping him, but more than often, my heart softens.

Sigh. If only I'm a cruel bastard.

Heck, I've even bought him a birthday present - once. Did he get me anything on any of my birthdays at all?

Yeah. Yesterday. Midnight. He gave me three words. "Happy birthday, bro," before getting me to go through that meeting with Gab later in the afternoon, which has not much celebration for me, but what the heck.

I guess I could had not gone to Gab's house and stay all lonely and emo at home instead, for my birthday.

Heck, even my parents forgot about my birthday. They didn't even mutter once about anything regarding my birthday. Fuck them.

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My life is fucked up. I should rename this blog as "Fucked Up Falls."

Fuck this.