Torture.

This type of torture doesn't involve pulling, or stretching, or dragging you behind a cart. Or constant slapping, or hanging you from a roof, this torture is based inside the head. It is always there, from the day they come along.

That one person that just ruins every day of your life.

Even if you don't see them anymore, even if you don't have anything to do with them anymore, they still find ways to seep into your head and make you relive possibly the worst moments of your life. Their words, shouting at you, their face, appearing, all the time. But I tell you what I hate the most about those people? The fact that there is at least one other person out there with the same name. If they have a very common name, every time you see, meet, or think about someone else with the same name, their face pops up, and it annoys the crap out of you!

I really hope that no one ever has to go through that sort of thing, because it is the most horrible form of mental torture possible. And you just want it to stop, but it can't. Then you blame yourself for thinking about them all the time, and then you start to believe that you can't move on, or you haven't. And that annoys you too. Then everything going on in the present starts to catch up with you, and it all gets way too much. You just want it to stop, for a few minutes. But it doesn't. You learn to accept that face, and that voice in your head. You learn that hey can't hurt you, if you don't let them.

Slowly, you learn to let it go.

The face and the voice, they never leave. The harder you try not to think about them, the harder it is to stop. Keep yourself occupied. Find other people, to help.

If you're anything like me, you wont. You'll do it alone, because you think you can, because you think you're strong enough to pull through it, and you don't need a hand to help. You do, everyone does. And I know what it's like to be left behind, to be forgotten, to not have the friend you thought you had. That, my friends, is why I sometimes believe don't I need anyone else to make me happy, because I'm afraid of behind left behind, again.

I fixed my problem, but lately it can't help coming back to me. I just thought I'd freak you all out, and make you think I'm a psychopath. Well, my work here is done. :)

Song of the Blog:
Liar Liar - Never Shout Never!
Awesome song (Y)

Over an Out, Lyndall.

Melbourne.

Lotsa people asked me how my trip to Melbourne was, so I guess I'll just write a blog about it. SNAPS FOR LYNDALL! God, I'm strange.

Anyway, so first night I stayed at my beloved Sophie's house. It was pretty good. Although, she kept me up till 4 in the morning, just chatting away. A couple of times she asked why I wasn't saying anything. Truth was, I fell asleep quite a few times, and woke up ten minutes later, and she's still babbling on to herself. Hah, good times.

I didn't get to see my friends until Geena's birthday party, and they were all there! It was funny, mum dropped me off at Heidi's and Heidi's mum dropped us off at the party. I practically got tackled as soon as I got out of the car at Heidi's. I was actually winded for a bit there...

PARTY TIME!

The crazy frog song just came into my head. Ugggghhh...

Moving on... GEENA'S PARTY. We drove down Geena's street and because Shaz lives across the road, she was just coming out of her house, saw me in the car and screamed. It was hilarious! Once again, tackled as soon as I got out of the car.

Finally we get to the door, and everyone runs to the door, and as soon as they open the door, my ears like... died. TOO MUCH NOISE. Hugs all 'round! Then we all went in the pool, when Heidi told me she met up with James, and she was grounded for it. I had a massive spaz at her. I mean, I finally get to come back to Melbourne, and she goes and gets grounded. Smart one, dumb one.

But yeah, great party! We watched this "horror" movie, called Dead Calm, which turned out to be more of a comedy. Then, I stayed at Geena's house that night. She decided to write a list of all the guys I talk about, because she couldn't keep up with my "extremely dramatic" life. She is still extremely confused about half of them.

Hum di di, hum di di, hum.

Next night I stayed at Heidi's. Which was fun. I guess... Hah. Kidding. We saw Paranormal Activity, and Heidi would not SHUT UP about it. I laughed at how scared she was. He he he. And we also saw Jon, her cousin, which was funny, and awkward, but more funny than awkward, but still really awkward. (I just made the worst typo. I typed fanny instead of funny. HAH!) He was with his friend Joel, who was really quiet... At first I thought he was a mute.

He wasn't a mute.

MUTE!

"My penis is like a universal remote, you are like a tv, I can always turn you on."

Then I spent 9847397452652975249 years with my family. Which was ok, I guess.

I DIDN'T GET TO SEE KEERTHANA. Gay. To. The. Max.

Sophie came up to Anglesea for a few days too, which was awesome! We went surfing, and swimming, and played UNO! Uno, is a legend. I love Uno. Uno is God. I'm kidding.

Yeah, but after all the family stuff, I stayed at Sophie's again. We jammed in her billiard room, Her on drums, and me on guitar/singing. It was heaps of fun. Haha, then we skyped Oli. Good times. We stayed up till 2 talking that night. Oli came over the next day, which was hilarious, because we were quoting The Hangover. When father queerest came to pick me up, Oli hid down the hall. I was like "Why are you hiding?" and then later in the car dad asked what we did, and I told him Oli came over, he asked if he was Sophie's boyfriend (which he's not), and then he said "Oh, he was the one who was hiding!" Hahahahahahahahaha. I love you, dad.

But yes. That was the friend part of my Melbourne holiday. I saw my family too much to write it all in one blog.

Song Of The Blog:

For Once In My Life - Stevie Wonder

Haha, thanks for this, Oli.

Over and Out, Lyndall.

"Liking" People.

This is the funniest concept i have ever come across in my life. "Liking" people is strange. Basically, the rules are, every mid-teenager has to "like" someone.

Now, I know everyone reading already knows this, but I'd just like to share my view on things. :)

Firstly, I think it's wrong to assume that everyone HAS to like someone. I don't, well most of the time. I mean, you could be a totally emo person, who hates the world, and people constantly bugging you, asking who you like... MAN. I sometimes feel like people asking me that same stupid question "Who do you like" over and over again, would kill me. Far out people. Leave the emos ALONE. They hate the world, and obviously there are no exceptions if they want to kill themselves. Woa, I got a bit off topic there.

I AM NOT EMO.

I am merely a mid-teenager who doesn't like anyone.

I SWEAR.

And why do they call it "like" anyway? I mean, of course you like them! You want to go out with them! Hah, I find it funny how everyone's always saying... "What, like like? or just like?". It's actually kinda funny! I think we should make a word up for it. Like the British have "rate" but then again that can have other meanings. But at least it's similar! You know, "I rate you."/"I rank you excellent." It's also weird, because you don't quite love them, or you're too embarrassed to say so. Could we use fancy maybe? Just. Not. "Like."

This whole "liking" business really annoys me, because, you see, nearly everyone (even non-teenagers) think that all teenagers do this, so therefore my parents think this. I hate it, because it means that whenever I have a guy friend, they always expect the worst, when I am so cool by not liking anyone. They don't trust me. How. Saddening. But yes, I wish people would just understand, but I guess that's just the nature of this world.

There's a lot of things people don't understand about me, like the fact that I want to break a bone (don't ask). And why I am so strong moralled, but some secrets are meant to be kept. If I don't want to tell you something, it isn't that I don't trust you, it's that I want to keep some things to myself. No one knows everything about me, so why should you?

All I'm saying, is "liking" people is stupid, and you should respect people's privacy too. If they don't want to tell you who they like, then stop asking. If they want you to know, and just feel like making a big drama about it, then they'll give you hints. (I think it's hilarious when they try and hint to you that they want you to ask who they like, and you just blab on about something else. Really pisses people off).

Well anyway, currently, I don't like anyone. And I assume no one likes me, and sometimes, that's just the way I like it.

Song Of The Blog:
Sk8r Boi - Avril Lavigne
Golden Oldie. :D

Over and Out, Lyndall.