You can run, you can hide

But you can't escape my love.
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So I have a current annoyances, and I'd thought I'd bitch/rant here. Blogger, you're the only person who ever listens to me <3

Anyways. Julius (obvious name change. It won't make sense unless you do a lot of Kevin Bacon back-track of relations.) won't reply.

Hmph. Boys are lame. I've tried to contact a gajillion of that species today and not one as replied/picked up the phone.

I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body

I don't think people realise that it's hard for me to help them deal with their problems. Especially the strongly depressed type. I'm not saying that I don't care. But what do you do when it's an online conversation and the other person is talking about self inflicting themself? It's not like I can reach out and grab whatever weapon they have in their hand. I would love to.

It seems words aren't enough though.

You tell them how wonderful they are and yet they still want more. I'm not lying about what I say either, because I know that won't help.

It's an unfair situation to be put in. When they talk about wanting to kill themselves, what exactly are you meant to say that'll stop them?

I remember I was relationship with someone like this. The only reason I got myself involved that way was because that was the only way he wouldn't kill himself. I know if sounds stupid, but I cared enough for this person to stop him, even if that meant getting too close. Each time I tried to end it though, he'd use the "I'll kill myself" threat. I stayed. That was until I found out he wasn't even capable of cutting too deep. They were just papercuts. So I left him. I tried to stay friends with him. But he's too agressive.

Another story. My old best friend and I were being douches on webcam and then suddenly she starting cutting herself. I told her to stop. I was really concerned. She fell off her chair. I didn't know her house number to call to make someone see if she was okay. She got back on the chair and started laughing, telling me she pretended to faint. This really annoyed me. The cuts were real though. She really was depressed and the way she liked to take it out was to make others worry.

What I'm saying is I have no idea how to help someone when it comes to those problems. And I feel I have to help, otherwise why are you telling me? I feel like I have to watch what I say, otherwise they'll take it the wrong way and 'hate life' even more.

My heart's beating fast.

Holding on to feel the same.
*Guitar solo*
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Today at orientation day I learnt that Griffth Uni - Nathan offers a variety of things. Here's what I remember;

1. Teachers strip just before they start the lecture
2. We have jumping castles
3. And clowns
4. We have book lists >_>

Anyways. Lets me go back to my confusing situation

I'm sorry. I really am. I wish I was man enough to tell you.

I don't think about it normally. It's only when she brings up a topic on the lines of "if my boyfriend ever cheated on me I'd dump him straight away."

I doubt it though. She's way too attached.

Fun with Dick and Jane

So I haven't posted on here for a while now. And now it comes to a time where a lot of ideologies squeeze together into my mind where I cannot think clearly anymore.

1. I feel that couples who need to know where their significant other is all the times are either clingy or untrusting. A key ingredient in a relationship so happens to be this very trust they seem to be lacking. Does that mean their relationship isn't completely 'perfect' as people assume relationships can be?
2. Once your best friend gets a boyfriend, what you say to her is repeated to him. It's not a nice thing, because I didn't want him to know what I told her.
3. I dislike being told that I was this when I was actually that. Being accused of things they made me do isn't fair. You walked away first. You didn't acknowledge me on arrival. I was invisible for a long time. Nice.
4. Blah. I forgot everything now thanks to Fun With Dick and Jane. Nice one.

Great Valentines Day today, right? We went to Aussie World, played some mini golf and went swimming when we got back home.

Yesterday was Haru's birthday, which I spent up catching up with Janice. It was rather fun. The crepe was delicious.

Last night was Courtney and Guy's 18th. It was great fun. They played in slime, cracked a pinata and limboed it down to the ground. The cake had edible rocks and was like a Hawaii island. Nom, nom, nom.