you should call me the terminator

Currently at work i'm the Hungarian terminator, its going to take me 5 days to delete 1400 of them from the system. to begin with it was fun and i gave an evil smile and was all 'you are now terminated' but after the first 20 i was like, let this be over!!

but besides that i cant complain about life.

actually i think someone slipped drugs into my packed lunch, no that doesnt work i made my lunch, okay someone slipped something into the work water because today i have been going crazy, i've been doing insane things and then having my lows today as well, its like for the day i've been bipolar. its like i can be really happy, and then a click of the fingers my mood has completly changed, and i have no idea why its doing that in me, but i dont like it.

if you look through either my random notebook or my notebook about escaping, you'll find a whole different person no one has seen before, but its still me. Sadly one of them isnt with me right now, the escaping one, because i left it in my new flat.

chase the dream you losersss x x x