Twitter.

There is absolutely no point to this blog. I just wanted to write something on twitter but it didn't fit because of the character limit. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I love twitter. I love twitter so much. If it was a boy I would probably attempt to date it. Although if twitter was a boy he would probably love someone else and I would just chill in the friend zone. But it would be nice. He and I would become great friends. And over the years I would forget that I loved him as more than a friend. I would learn to love other people. Real people. And twitter and I would slowly drift apart until one day he would call me out of the blue and we would talk about work and the weather. Meaningless dribble. I would become confused and question the reason behind his call then he would drop a bombshell stating that he and his beloved had gone separate ways. My heart would skip a beat and I would offer to take him out for coffee or a movie to get his mind off things. I wouldn't have any other hidden intentions. I WOULDN'T ALRIGHT, I'm a lady. We're just friends. I love twitter. We would talk about all the things that went wrong and how he's better without her. I wouldn't be the one clouding his mind with these statements, he'd come up with them on his own. I wouldn't point out that she chews very loudly and that she has extremely unsettling eyes. I would keep all my opinions to myself. Like the fact that all her profile pictures were taken by her in her bathroom. I wouldn't tell him that she had no friends to take photos with because that would sound like I was being pathetic and jealous. I wouldn't say any of this. Twitter and I would eventually start seeing more and more of each other. It would be like the old times. One night, we would go out and have a few drinks. I'd get brave and tell twitter how I felt all these years. He would get awkward and tell me he valued our friendship. I'd giggle and pretend that I had had too many drinks. Inside I would be crying. I'd find any reason I could to leave and I'd cry all the way home whilst listening to Mayday Parade. The next morning twitter would text me and ask how I pulled up. I'd tell him that I couldn't remember anything that happened last night. I would lie. He would know I was lying. He would play along. He wouldn't reply. We wouldn't talk anymore.

Anyway, the point of this blog was just to say that sometimes when I'm having a conversation with someone on facebook chat I repeat what I said over and over. Like there's a glitch on facebook. But there isn't, it's just me typing the same thing multiple times. Getting my point across. I don't even cut and paste it. I manually type my statement four or five times. See, I am dedicated. I am dedicated to whatever I put my mind to. I explain that to people and they think I'm kidding. Mostly because the way I tell them is, 'I meant to write that 5 times.' or 'See, it's there four times because important'. People irritate me. I've lost momentum in this blog. I did warn you though. I told you from the start. Remember the first line? 'There is absolutely no point to this blog'. Does that ring a bell? So technically you brought this upon yourself. You could stop reading whenever you want. Or when I decide to stop writing. I am in charge here.

The end.