Freddie lives?

I'm feeling worldly.

"Oh,
the blood and the treasure,
and then losing it all,
the time that we wasted,
and the place where we fall.
Will we wake in the morning
and know what it was all for?
Up in our bedroom after the war."

...yeah. Story of my life.


Today was depressing.
It's hard to know who to trust these days,
when one person's telling you something,
and someone's telling you otherwise.

I mean, I probably have the most untrustworthy friends
in the universe. Because they live for gossip.
But I have other, better, closer, older friends that I can trust.
I hope.
You see, I've come out to three (count 'em, three) people.
And my other friend knows about this... "secret".
And now she wants to know. And I trust her and all,
but I don't trust her enough.
And it sucks, because I'm not a fan of hurting people.



But I guess sometimes you have to.

my life since halloween

Since this is where my blog is starting, I'm writing from halloween night and after.
I won't be surprsed if no one reads this, but I'm writing in it anyways. It'll be like my online diary. Even though that sounds blazingly lame.
So halloween: I was Freddie Mercury.

Oh snap. Oh snap. I am God.

But yeah, so brilliance, I know. I had a sweet jean jacket and a moustache and everything.
So anyways, I partied hardy. Vodka can do crazy shit. I was drink in like an hour.
But you know. Story of my life?

So I was horribling drunk, and then the party got lame. Like... fucking lame.
Like... I almost cried. But no, it wasn't that bad. I just felt like leaving.
Went outside with my friends and had a cigarette, and walked home.
Newsflash: I live in Canada and it's October.
Yeah, it was like -4 outside. Fucking cold as fuck can be. I thought my hands fell of and shit.
Went home with my friends and watched 300.
The only good part is when you see Gerard Butler's butt.
Apart from that: meh. Failure? Not quite. Just... not my cup o' tea.

But ohshit. My plans are starting up.
TTYL.

PS- I hope someone will read this.