guilt by association

Pathetic.

So bloody pathetic. I'd rather waste my life chasing my seemingly impossible yet somehow achievable (where there's a will there's a way.. or some other inspirational shit), but still unattainable dreams than having to sell my soul to something I have no belief whatsoever in. Okay, rephrase.

Goals? Goals.

What the profanity ever happened to free will?

Goddamn.

But still, the inevitable question begs to be asked: can I ever live up to my potential?

Yeah, sure, I'm only about 14, and I'm not even half my life span yet, much less a quarter (I hope), how could I ever think of such things?

I do, and I can. It's just a matter of looking a few decades into the future (okay, 1. Maybe even 2) and just wonder where I will be, and what I will be doing there.

It's not that hard.

Well, whatever. I now choose to ignore my senseless self-squabbles at 3 in the morning.

I prefer escapism to mind-fucking moments.

Now, raise your hand if this post made any sense to you.

I thought so.

CIAO FOREVER.

sickstee-nain-brah!

Spent an hour and a half listening to the All Time Low AP Podcast, and good God.

I now remember why I love this band.

why don't you stand up, be a man about it?

So, I finally got my hands on ARTTM's On Your Side, and P(!)ATD's Live In Chicago, which are both amazingly awesome. And both booklets are pure (not from concentrate) awesome.

Bought a few articles of clothing I have never worn in my life besides when I was a toddler (cough, dress, cough) and a few basic tanks and shirts.

I went to Science tuition today (by force, mind you) and I'm kind of glad I did in the end, because Mrs. Molly was starting chapter 3 (I think) of next year's syllabus.

The whole reproduction she-bang.

Rest assured, silently muttered "That's what she said"s were coming out of my mouth every few seconds.

It was kind of sad that I found it freaking hilarious. And I couldn't share the joke with anyone :(

I have big love for this guy.

Can I like. I don't know.

Kill myself now?

dear voices in my head: shut up!

So tired of living on a day-to-day basis. So tired of living, period. Little interests me anymore. Only in one of those lucky instances I get that my day turns out much more interesting than prior to it that I thank God for humour.

Speaking of humour, I think I may have turned my mother into a That's What She Said user/MLIA addict. I am not even nearly kidding.

Today, she knocked on my room door, and I opened it a little and asked her for the password and she promptly replied "MLIA". I was so stunned, I let her pass, my mouth gaping, and then some.

I have made a monster.

UNF

Touché, Bring Me The Horizon, touché.