Literally woke up in the middle of the night because I have no idea what I’m going to do with my life this summer. Too many days so far have been filled with doing nothing, and for some reason it stresses me out.
Condemn those who told you you deserved better, then settle for the piece of trash and say that you two have a special bond that outlasted everyone who told you the truth. Ha. I now realize the special bond: trash must stick with other pieces of trash.
It’s so funny how some people try to justify their actions and thoughts and ideals with trivial, cliche excuses that they want to use to be apart of the “progressive” society. It’s sad seeing people like you because everyone can see right through your facade; everything you say, isn’t you. It isn’t original, and if it is it’s made up of bits and pieces of everybody else. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, but I can’t stand a person who speaks nothing but meaningless words.
He’s so ambitious, his goals and dreams come one after another. The confidence in the way he unfolds stories and ideas show nothing but passion and honesty. And I am so practical and tied to my bed and my work and my education and my one single idea that pokes holes in my hands as I grasp on to it tighter and tighter and my future of working at an endless job I completely despise until I wither and die that I’ve drained every ounce of anything out of me.
In need of cleaning out my closet… and replacing my whole wardrobe. Every day, I feel like I have nothing to wear.
Going to go cry tears of joy over food because I passed my online creative writing class with a B even though I bombed the final project and missed so many assignments. TT_____TT
Skipped out on the Honors Assembly at school today and am wondering how it was when they called out my name… awkward. Hahaha.