pancake flipping butt cheese
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCVK FUKVVKKK
fuck this fucking fucking fuk restlessness.
i have been waiting three days to hear from mondragon and i am SOOO STRESSED AND RESTLESS
i just wanna know and go and do and participate, and learn and have fun and hate being broke but love living.
i just wanna fucking live and stop procrastinating.
i want to be myself and love my life and fuckin leave all this baggage that has stressed me and kept me captive in my own insecurites and paranoia for the majority of my young life.
I am a social nervous mess.
as in i cannot hangout with people but im awesome at being in big stupid crowds at bars,
mostly because i dont need to talk to people personally.
i dont need to reinvent myself at every moment,
i can get by by simply being an image of a person in a crowd.
HOW PATHETIC IS THAT.
i am really restless and angry and its come to the point that i MUST deal with it.
arrrt fucking art. If i go to schoooool it will be for art.
i was drawing yesterday and it was so honest, such a nice reflection of myself.
I need to face my weaknesses.
I have concured facing fear? so i assumed?
what about the fear of myself, of self confrontation,
facing the fear of admiting my personal fears and insecurities of sharing, and to love and be loved.
to fucking live joyously and to the fullest.
to fucking express myself!
GOOD FUCKING GOD, what is my issue lately what has led me astray.
bet it was myself
bet hypocrisies are a beautiful fucking thing
I BET I AM JUST FUCKING CRAZY AND BORED AND ITS MY OWN DOING.
i am so fucking overwhelmed with the fucking ridiculousness of my dispositions.
fuck this fucking fucking fuk restlessness.
i have been waiting three days to hear from mondragon and i am SOOO STRESSED AND RESTLESS
i just wanna know and go and do and participate, and learn and have fun and hate being broke but love living.
i just wanna fucking live and stop procrastinating.
i want to be myself and love my life and fuckin leave all this baggage that has stressed me and kept me captive in my own insecurites and paranoia for the majority of my young life.
I am a social nervous mess.
as in i cannot hangout with people but im awesome at being in big stupid crowds at bars,
mostly because i dont need to talk to people personally.
i dont need to reinvent myself at every moment,
i can get by by simply being an image of a person in a crowd.
HOW PATHETIC IS THAT.
i am really restless and angry and its come to the point that i MUST deal with it.
arrrt fucking art. If i go to schoooool it will be for art.
i was drawing yesterday and it was so honest, such a nice reflection of myself.
I need to face my weaknesses.
I have concured facing fear? so i assumed?
what about the fear of myself, of self confrontation,
facing the fear of admiting my personal fears and insecurities of sharing, and to love and be loved.
to fucking live joyously and to the fullest.
to fucking express myself!
GOOD FUCKING GOD, what is my issue lately what has led me astray.
bet it was myself
bet hypocrisies are a beautiful fucking thing
I BET I AM JUST FUCKING CRAZY AND BORED AND ITS MY OWN DOING.
i am so fucking overwhelmed with the fucking ridiculousness of my dispositions.