It’s not even 6 am yet and these goddamn birds outside don’t know when to stop chirping. Hey! Assholes! I was asleep, now you’ve awakened me with a bitch of a headache.
You can all go suck it. Today has taken it’s shittastic turn already so check yourselves before you leave.
HEY! you don’t tell me what to do, ok?
But yea I know, I need to. Don’t worry, I’m on it.
First of all, I want to start with a great apology for it taking me so long to answer this beautiful, wonderful question.
It saddens me so much to say that I have yet to watch that episode. The fact that I’m on a quarter system and god likes to fuck with my life in very minute ways has hindered me from viewing that episode. What I can say thought is that I’ve seen many many previews for said episode and from the looks for it, that bitch crazy.
I will watch that episode very soon and I will get back to you with a well thought out answer.
Again, my deepest apologies to all of you who were awaiting to hear my answer to this godsend of a question.
with miles and miles of avacado
Don’t tell me I’m not living my life right.
You know how there’s that saying, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? It originated from the old persian saying “hell hath no fury like a persian scorned.”
so watch out today, because I’ve already cut 2 people and it’s just plain exhausting. I’m totally down for more though. so let’s do this.
Fuck you, is what I say.
thank you, honestly. This was great.
So I feel lost: in life,in education, in family, in everything. The whole existentialist crisis is dawning itself on me. WHO AM I? WHAT AM I? I mean, it’s the right time for all this to hit me, right? It’s a time of discovery where I get to learn who I really am and what I’m really made of. But what if I can’t? Like, I just can’t go any further? I just constantly feel restless and agitated and annoyed but I don’t know with what. It’s as if life is just grabbing me by the collar and pushing me in its own way and when I try to react against it, I get slapped in the face.
I can’t deal with that, at least for now. But I need more, I need more out of life. Ok, whatever, I’m standing at the threshold of life right now waiting for something to push me over, but what if that “thing” doesn’t come? What If I spend my entire life waiting to enter but I can’t? Am I truly living my life then? probably not.
So what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of life? For us to just keep going until we find some purpose, some goal? What your goal? What if you just don’t have any? Is your life considered worthless then? Because that’s the point of life, right? to find a purpose and to spend the rest of your life trying to achieve that. Well, what if it doesn’t come to you, what if you die without an aim? What if you die because you have no aim?
It’s not as easy as it sounds. Think about it, what’s your goal? Am I just crazy for not knowing what mine is? Is it just going to come to me? What if none of that happens? Who will I be then? You need to have a goal, because if you don’t you’re just living selfishly and aimlessly. Not that living selfishly is bad, because you should be living selfishly, but think about it, what if you have no purpose? What if you’re just floating, waiting for something? What if that something never hits you?
What is the point of it all then? What if there is no point?
RUDE TRASHY BITCHES.
I’m sitting in the commons, it’s a fairly quiet room which people use to nap and study before classes. No one really speaks unless you’re doing groupwork, or if you do want to speak and be social you usually go to the upper levels where they have actual “fun” furniture which allow for your douchebaggery.
I’m sitting here, on my chair, doing my work, and this one LOUD trashy girl just walks in. She rearranges all the goddamn chairs so she could be comfortable. She then proceeds to answer her phone, which keep in mind is from a health clinic, and she talks about her problems like no one’s there. HEY, ASSHOLE, I DON’T CARE THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE SOME TYPE OF STD, TAKE THAT SHIT OUTSIDE AND DEAL WITH IT THERE.
I somehow manage through that, but it all gets better. She grabs her already finished Starbucks frappachino (which already says a lot about her character) and starts slurping on every last drop. THE ENTIRE ROOM IS SHAKING IN ECHOES OF HER SLURPS. Like, come on, we’re all what, over the age of 12 here, we know not to slurp things out of straws when all the liquid is gone. THIS BITCH KEPT GOING FOR 5 STRAIGHT MINS.
I sit here, tired and restless, hoping karma serves her well.
none, at least yet.
But I love the tattoo on the shoulder thing that you have and I’ve been kind of considering getting something like that. I want one on my chest over my heart too… we can discuss this more later ;)
when I was 3, and then again when I was 9.
AND YES I’M LEGAL. I’M A CITIZEN AND I CAN VOTE! (as soon as I register)
ugh I dont want to
It’s a long long story, we need to talk and Ill tell you everything.