Love is a fools game.
There’s no winning.
Buying friends to take out to sushi.
Even though we feel dead inside.
We can still say At least we tried!
I text girls at 11:12 to make their 11:11 wishes...
When your parents know how to get to your Tumblr.
You’re doing it wrong. Or your friends for that matter.
I heard this song and got goosebumps everywhere!
How can you believe the lies bestowed on you by a false creed when the truth is right in front of you. They consume and hide the real truth to a superstitious fear and stitch the mouth of all who interfere You look into the world with blind eyes, always fearful of your demise but you people don’t seem to realize is that you’re fearing a fucking myth A tale you comply with or be...
I keep getting emails from dating services. “Single? We may have matches for you!” 1. How did they get my email? 2. How do they always know I’m single?
What if I started a music blog?
Who needs friends when you have Comcast
So my conclusion: having friends is expensive and being social is EXTREMELY expensive and I’m quite done with it. Tried it once and it didn’t work out. I’ve done the math and Maple has been a 10$ a month average. I spent 100$ last Saturday to go out. Fun as it was, I won’t do it again.
I'm getting better at screaming.
I can actually try to scream now. Before it was just me in my car driving somewhere with the stereo up experimenting. Now I make sounds other than what sounds like dogs getting hit by trains. Maybe in three months time I’ll be able to scream without the stereo blasting behind me.
I love getting new followers.
On my tech blog that is.
My biceps have shrank quite a bit. I haven’t directly worked them out in months. Maybe 5 months now! Which is just fine. Biceps are useless and are just for looks. I have been working my triceps like a madman.
I hallucinated last night.
Yup. That still happens.
Ex's and Oh's.
Short little symbols we send each other to numb the feeling of being alone in our own worlds. How I find them useless and horrible. But my flesh desires the contact, the interaction. How I hate my flesh.
I need to figure out how to allow answers...
It’d be nice. Right?
Reblog spree complete.
I wish I knew how to scream. What school I go too will probably be determined by whether or not they have vocal instructors. I should just join a choir?