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About Myu

Broken-hearted.

I'm no philosopher, just someone with common sense.

Since my blog is already out in the open, I have no problem with you criticizing it. However,

I have a very low tolerance span for bullshit, so I'll most likely overlook your (moronic) two cents if they are made. I'm not here to explain my thoughts or opinion to anyone. We can agree to disagree. You don't have to like how I blog or view things, for it was never meant for you in the first place. I'm not forcing you to read any of my entries and you are definitely not obligated to follow me.

Overly sarcastic, but thoughtful. Read to know me.

CONTACT INFORMATION
Questions/Comments: formspring
Personal: Facebook, Myspace
Photos: Flickr, Lookbook.nu
Other blog: cherishment
Fashion blog: NyuStyles
Videos: Youtube

FACTS
1.This section is stupid but I'm filling it out anyways.
2.I am a procrastinator.
3.Food obsessed.
4.I hate writing about me's.

FLICKR (view my photos?)
Used: Photoshop CS3 Extended

CONFESSION
Monday, January 17, 2011 @ 9:21 PM

I went on my Myspace which I haven't touched in like months, to check something. I somehow got into my photo albums and I looked at my old pictures. I laughed so hard, and then I read the comments and I laughed even harder. Back in the day, people were obsessed with Myspace and they'd do anything to get other people to "check out their pictures and comment". I was one of those faggots, and I thought I was THE shit. You know, the Myspace whores with a bazillion friends and good-looking profiles and high quality pictures that ride "trains" to advertise themselves. Anyways, I'm looking at what these people commented on my pictures and I'm just like, "REALLY? Are these people blind or something?" I'm pretty damn sure they don't really want to look like me, or think I'm EXTREMELY gorgeous, like they said they do.

And I clearly looked like absolute shit with my wanna-be scene-ness and junk. Lol oh my God. I'm thinking of deleting my Myspace so it won't haunt me in the future. My pictures aren't something to be very proud of.