some thoughts
so I was walking out of the bathroom at school today and I passed a guy wearing headphones listening to loud music. It's none of my business what he was listening to, I know, and I don't mean to judge, but his music was really bad. Sometimes I don't understand how I could be surrounded by people with such poor taste in music. I hate this city. i listen to the music i listen to because it's a reflection of the reality of my soul. i can't find my soul in the mainstream so fuck mtv, except for punk'd.
This led to my next thought: if i'm smarter than everyone around me, and I hate myself, what does that say about the human race as a whole? what if the president of the us hated himself and got anorexia? hmmm
oh also, i got a new shirt today. it's charcoal black, which is inbetween night black and pupil black, which is the color i used to wear. i think my general mood lately has shifted from pupil black to charcoal, so i threw out my old shirts yesterday.
This led to my next thought: if i'm smarter than everyone around me, and I hate myself, what does that say about the human race as a whole? what if the president of the us hated himself and got anorexia? hmmm
oh also, i got a new shirt today. it's charcoal black, which is inbetween night black and pupil black, which is the color i used to wear. i think my general mood lately has shifted from pupil black to charcoal, so i threw out my old shirts yesterday.