Hmmm
Yay...detachment time again. Why must these always come, admist the school year and all te introspective viewings of my person A price to pay, I assume. I'm sure I'll figure a way to quell the thoughts for a bit, or just let them die all together. Maybe I just let all my emotions flow out during this whole, end of the card marking thing. I do wish none of this mattered, it'd be nice. I mean, I know this stuff already, they just teach me everything over and at a slower pace. Perhaps I'll look into indepence next year, that might be fun.
Anywho...parents are pressuring me to get a job, again. Wonder where I will apply..? Hopefully close, I need money for some reason. Gas, I think...and maybe personal affects. I would enjoy designing a wicked looking hook. Would be fun. Building stuff always is, shame I don't do it more. That whole, limited currency thing. Oy. Working sounds boring, but at the same time promising. At least I'll get some sort of experiance out of it, right? Who knows.
And what shall I do with my nails? They are quite freakishly long and are still dreading to beg for attention. The curse of being me. Oy. Perhaps shall paint them...though that requires money, something I don't currently have. I'll find a way.
On a side note; I'm really starting to hate stupid people more. But even more so, their parents.
Back to reality...and a mix or tranquil fantasy... I think I'll leave you with a poem. Wonder which one, or if I'll just scribe one down out of randomness. Only I'll know, won't I?
Teetering along the path
Drifting without purpose
Still the raven flew
Callous in life
A sheppard to for the passing
Guide to the world of death
A saddened spirit in this time
A time of meaningless waste
To waste the life
Slaying the weak with lack of cause
The world ticks on
No longer caring
And yet, to stop this is doom
Destruction of the world
A causeless battle
Flown uphill by the raven
Anywho...parents are pressuring me to get a job, again. Wonder where I will apply..? Hopefully close, I need money for some reason. Gas, I think...and maybe personal affects. I would enjoy designing a wicked looking hook. Would be fun. Building stuff always is, shame I don't do it more. That whole, limited currency thing. Oy. Working sounds boring, but at the same time promising. At least I'll get some sort of experiance out of it, right? Who knows.
And what shall I do with my nails? They are quite freakishly long and are still dreading to beg for attention. The curse of being me. Oy. Perhaps shall paint them...though that requires money, something I don't currently have. I'll find a way.
On a side note; I'm really starting to hate stupid people more. But even more so, their parents.
Back to reality...and a mix or tranquil fantasy... I think I'll leave you with a poem. Wonder which one, or if I'll just scribe one down out of randomness. Only I'll know, won't I?
Teetering along the path
Drifting without purpose
Still the raven flew
Callous in life
A sheppard to for the passing
Guide to the world of death
A saddened spirit in this time
A time of meaningless waste
To waste the life
Slaying the weak with lack of cause
The world ticks on
No longer caring
And yet, to stop this is doom
Destruction of the world
A causeless battle
Flown uphill by the raven