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So I just "created" this journal because one of my friends has one
at the same time because I realized that I never talk about myself, and that seems like something that other people do to reach some sort of emotional stability.
and typing is so much faster that writing stuff in that little black notebook I have. My hand gets tired too fast writing. Though not playing piano. For some reason, I can do that for hours.
My intersts (which are listed somewhere around here) describe me pretty well. I do just about everything you would cinsider artsy. Kinda paranoid about being a dillitante, but all is well; it is not the all-consuming type of paranoia.
State-of-mind is a different description of me. Seperate from interests because no one ever hears of it.
This is my senior year in high school. Just waiting for those ridiculous reply deadlines to approach so I can figure out what I'm doing for the next four years. Though I know I'll be changing those decisions at least 10 times. Like my class schedule this semester. It's the first day and I've already dropped and added 6 different classes.
Lately I've been taking refuge in the emotion of "I don't give a fuck" Works particularly well for those who tend to overanalyze or when things don't go the way you want them to and you know it's your own damn fault.
I take things as they come; easily amused, resourceful, and curious. Not that bad for a description, though it makes me sound a bit bubbly. Does it?
Well, i'm certainly not that. I'm a very pessoptimistic person. Also solitary, though it makes me depressed, as does winter and lack of sunlight.
I've never had any drugs or therepy in this case, but now that I think of it, I'd like to try some of those drugs occasionally. That would be fun.
And I have the flu right now. From sharing drinks with my friends.
having the flu at 12:22 am creates the feeling of exhaustion combined with general insomnia will result in a hunched over body trying to get away with sleeping in class at 8am tommorow. I can see it now...
I leave you, whoever you are with some air lyrics-in french. Because I happen to know that language along with some others.
ou sont tes heros, aux corps des athletes?
ou sont tes idoles mal rasées, bien habillées
Mois aussi un jour je serai beau comme un dieu.
Now to eat some vitamin C
at the same time because I realized that I never talk about myself, and that seems like something that other people do to reach some sort of emotional stability.
and typing is so much faster that writing stuff in that little black notebook I have. My hand gets tired too fast writing. Though not playing piano. For some reason, I can do that for hours.
My intersts (which are listed somewhere around here) describe me pretty well. I do just about everything you would cinsider artsy. Kinda paranoid about being a dillitante, but all is well; it is not the all-consuming type of paranoia.
State-of-mind is a different description of me. Seperate from interests because no one ever hears of it.
This is my senior year in high school. Just waiting for those ridiculous reply deadlines to approach so I can figure out what I'm doing for the next four years. Though I know I'll be changing those decisions at least 10 times. Like my class schedule this semester. It's the first day and I've already dropped and added 6 different classes.
Lately I've been taking refuge in the emotion of "I don't give a fuck" Works particularly well for those who tend to overanalyze or when things don't go the way you want them to and you know it's your own damn fault.
I take things as they come; easily amused, resourceful, and curious. Not that bad for a description, though it makes me sound a bit bubbly. Does it?
Well, i'm certainly not that. I'm a very pessoptimistic person. Also solitary, though it makes me depressed, as does winter and lack of sunlight.
I've never had any drugs or therepy in this case, but now that I think of it, I'd like to try some of those drugs occasionally. That would be fun.
And I have the flu right now. From sharing drinks with my friends.
having the flu at 12:22 am creates the feeling of exhaustion combined with general insomnia will result in a hunched over body trying to get away with sleeping in class at 8am tommorow. I can see it now...
I leave you, whoever you are with some air lyrics-in french. Because I happen to know that language along with some others.
ou sont tes heros, aux corps des athletes?
ou sont tes idoles mal rasées, bien habillées
Mois aussi un jour je serai beau comme un dieu.
Now to eat some vitamin C