Being Underage and Loony.
Sometimes I feel like having this obsessive-disorder over something. I am not particularly obsessed, but still.. And that mental-illnes boosted up after AAR concer last month. I feel like a totally useless person when I wake up every morning, then start counting how much days have passed since the last time I saw them, alive. Please, blame it on the internet and the TV! I wonder do they know how I feel, to missed the chance to touch them, and hug them? To mised the chances just because I'm still underage, and still under my parent's watch. I hate being underage. I hate being watched, I hate being weak and has to obey those silly rules. I mean like.. please! No one'd like to kidnap me, I'm not a filthy-wealthy-girl-type, they'd probably wouldn't even think to kidnap me. I'm not wearing any jewelleries or any uber-expensive gadget either, and somewhat people wouldn't even recognize. So yeah.. It's kinda silly if my parents worry about that kidnapping thingy.
Or maybe, they just worry I'll be lost without them. Like I don't know about Jakarta.
And so, I regret the things. I'm becoming such an envious fangirl, I envy kak Maryam Az Zahra, and friends. Those super lucky college girls who just got all the chances! And oh, they're not underage like me. Tyson'd probably laugh harshly if I say "Hey, Tyson you're so sexy. I wanna f*ck you." just because I'm underage. Okay, Imma little bit wild for kids in my age. Call me unstable adolescent.
Oh and btw, yesterday I was just so stressed about my unlucky life, celebrities never replied any of my tweet, whether when I'm trying to pretend like I'm their biggest fan (like what I did to Katy Perry), or even when I'm truly begging them to reply my tweet, to be hi-ed by your favorite rolemodel and yeah.. That kind of thing. Nobody has replied my tweet, until this morning, I pray that someone will reply my tweet. And, you know what? It happens. Eid Mubarak morning, brings you immeasureable joy.
Wonders why he said that to me? I did blackmail him B-)
I am depressed, and obsessed. Bye, readers, I'll go blackmail other hotties.
Labels: lucky, mike kennerty, Obsessed, twitter