I deleted the last post, because I was really mad and posted it from my iPod and it was all just angst with no literary value whatsoever (unlike the rest of this extraordinary masterpiece of a blog).
Life isn't as bad as I make it sound; I'm actually quite well off and need to think about how lucky I am.
Even though sometimes that doesn't make me feel any better. Just guilty. Cause, it's like, I should be happy, but I'm not. What a brat I am.
Yeahhhh bout that.
While I'm here, I figure I'll post this little gem i found that describes my life.
talk to her, she's a girl.
the reason she doesn't talk first is
because she has this vision of a boy who
will go out of his way for her.
Oh well. C'est la vie.
(listening to) Ellie Goulding, Florrie
(recently bought) Matryoshka doll necklace
(mood) Pensive, Wistful
(only feels like) Drawing, writing
1 comment:
I guess this means I complain too much as well. Once again, you summarize the story of my life.
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