And I don't give a shit. I've known since I was twelve what I wanted to do with my life, but now, it just doesn't seem that important. Nothing motivates me, I hang out with my friends jsut to distract me from this stupid crushing apathy I feel. I'm going to fucking Queens Con-Ed, a program that accepts 60 people out of 1200 applicants, I finally have self-esteem enough to see that I'm frickin hot, and nothing can stop me right now. But I want something to. I need something to come along and fuck with my life, something to make me hurt or panic or explode or something, so I can feel something that will make me care.
Cause honestly all I can feel right now, is angsty apathy(why do i even bother with life, nothing good is ever going to happen,) bitchy apathy(what the hell do i need other people or effort for, i'm already set i can just coast,) and plain old angst(oh god oh god i miss him so much.) And I know, I have no right to be this messed up and needy and angsty, cause there are so many people who have it so much worse, but I don't know what to do. I've been trying to hang with my friends as much as possible and working out to keep myself distracted, but I've got most of the summer off and I honestly don't know if I can deal with that much free time. I know, poor booboo can't handle what people would kill for, but my free time is spent sitting on my couch or bed, crying because I don't know what else to do. Fuck, I'm such an angstmuffin.
So yeah, I don't actually much care if anyone reads this, I jsut needed to vent









thanks for the
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Moonlight falling over me...sail on where the shadows hide... Moonlight crawling down on me....Just like you could not compete with my pride
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If you can translate this, you get...ah...hmm...
...something nice...-.-;
Gichii'maa
Made me think of you.
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Alice came to a fork in the road.
"Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
Then said the cat, "It doesn't matter."
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21 minutes, 18 seconds, this year's record! *dancepartay*
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Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. -Pablo Picasso
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Vescere bracis meis!
Nice gallery!!
Bye now, and good luck~ Sam
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This is no signature.
It's a figment of your imagination.
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