Insomnia: Part 2
I'm so damn tired, and I'm not going to bed until 6. I know it. I'm just too damn stressed out about shit. Why now, I don't even have school! Fuck. Kristina has a boyfriend. I just found out after 3 weeks. Do I even fucking know her? Her and I were on the verge of getting into a big fight for the entire half hour that we talked. My mind is racing, re-evaluating my choice. Not that I want to, but I can't stop it now. Also, shit with Bethy and I, too. And, Kaylee came over today and we cross-country skied together in my backyard. I get the vibe part of her wants in my pants. Not gonna happen. Commitment, and anything physical with the illusion of a possible commitment, are my new 2 worst enemies. I have to figure out who the hell I am and what I want in life. First of all, I don't wjjdfdlkj;kjdsflkj;dsfljksfdlkj;kdsfalkj;dfsk;ljsdfl;kjdsflk;jdfskl;jdfskl;jdsfk;klkjj;. What I do want is to castrate myself. Sorry, at this point, I'm really feeling that 3 strikes and you're out, b/c its NOT making out. Hopefully I'll come around. I'm sorry, I don't want to feel this way, but I do very strongly.
Today I met my new mentor, even though he may not be aware of it yet. I'm going to discuss capitalism, theology, technology, and sociology with him until I can see the sun.
I also decided that music is a waste of my life. I love it, but the way for me to make the greatest global advances is through the bio-refining business. I will either run Broin & Associates someday or create my own, superior engineering firm. I've my reasons, fuck your doubts. Why am I even posting all of my stupid emotions online anyways? This is fucking retarded. I refuse. This blog is officially over.
Today I met my new mentor, even though he may not be aware of it yet. I'm going to discuss capitalism, theology, technology, and sociology with him until I can see the sun.
I also decided that music is a waste of my life. I love it, but the way for me to make the greatest global advances is through the bio-refining business. I will either run Broin & Associates someday or create my own, superior engineering firm. I've my reasons, fuck your doubts. Why am I even posting all of my stupid emotions online anyways? This is fucking retarded. I refuse. This blog is officially over.