Terrible Friends and Stupid Singapore Trips

You know how I always say I'm a terrible friend? I say it because I really am. I'm not the type that remembers birthdays, goes out of their way to buy presents, or keeps in touch if you fly away to another country. I've struggled to do all of the above almost my entire life, because if I didn't the person would feel offended and blah blah blah BLAH. Pfft. I don't really care anymore.
1) If you didn't get me anything for my birthday, I'm definitely not gonna feel obliged to go along with the crowd (peer pressure and all that) and get you a present.
2) Presents/gifts are seriously overrated, and people shouldn't get offended because it's totally the other person's RIGHT to either get you something or not.
3) If you're currently in another country and I haven't contacted you, it's because I don't do snail mail, I avoid MSN and Facebook like the plague, and I'm a lazy ass.
4) I told you. I'm a bad friend.
5) People are annoying. Even God at one point regretted making man. I totally agree with him. He should have NEVER made ANY of us. I'm so happy the fifth Kong never made it into this world. So happy.

I'm getting less interesting by the minute.
I'm losing any interest I had before in living.

I mean, in all seriousness, it's not depression or anything. I just.. even as I was walking home today, in my head I almost came to the conclusion that life on earth, in Christ, etc. has no meaning or purpose whatsoever. Then I realized I'd better stop thinking before I backslide or something. Lols.

Gosh, people nowadays have so many things to worry about- so many things to do. They're so busy with their jobs and appearances that they never slow down and look at the big picture. What on earth am I here for? Why am I walking home right now? Why am I going to school tomorrow? What is the ultimate purpose in all this? Is it to be remembered by one and all? I don't want that. Yeesh, I don't really want much of anything right now. I don't want to go to Singapore. I'm not excited. I wish I was still five and innocent. I don't believe in the whole "we learn from our trials and it's essentially good for us" theory. God meant the world to have no sin in it whatsoever. Which means, we're actually not supposed to have any trials. But why do we have them now? Because the first stupid man and the first stupid woman made some stupid mistakes and screwed it up for the rest of us. Hah. What a joke. In almost every single movie I watch, there we are- destroying each other. Killing each other, with words, swords, bombs, and every other weapon imaginable- visible and invisible. Hurting each other, murdering each other over and over again.

Ahaha, I'm so, so screwed up. You have no idea the state my mind is in.

I'd better stop now. Sorry if you read all that.

Love isn't the real battlefield. Life is.

I'm so sick of my parents. Just so, so sick of them. I don't think I even love them anymore. I guess I'll know when they get into a car accident or something. But right now, I'm thinking I would just leave my mum or my dad lying on the road. You know, walk away and never look back. If they survived, they'd probably kill me but.. what's left to kill? I feel like a shell. There's nothing left in here, nothing more to give, no new experiences to share.... nothing.

That's all the emo I have for today. Come back tomorrow if you still want to read my crap. I guess you do.. all that about you being my friend and all. Sheesh. Life goes on, and there ain't nothin' you can do about anything.

Should I post this? Do I even want to? It's just another one of those rants. I guess I will.

Love,
Rach.

Oh, and please download the new super-catchy song from Cobra Starship featuring the one and only Leighton Meester (Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl). Yes, she sings. Get over it.

GOOD GIRLS GO BAD