far too orchestrated.
so this space is in desperate need of a revamp...which by the looks of it, isn't happening anytime soon. so it's 4 months later from said "trip of a fucking lifetime" ("fucking" for emphasis and pretend dramatization) and life is as it is- a tangled blumber of exhaustion. tangled, because i'm working from my piss of a room now and there is no definitive gap between the office and home, blumber, because i am lacking in vocabulary and exhaustion, because it seems like all i'm capable of now is complain that i am tired.
i am tired.
i am burnt out from both work and school and all because i am simply addicted to the maddening rush of deadlines. it appears i do thrive under pressure. when the german gives me a task on monday to be submitted by friday 9am, i start working from friday 6am. why do i constantly do this, i ask myself rhetorically. i keep asking myself rhetorical questions these days and get my panties all up in a fucking knotty bunch because i then realise that i might be going crazy, just talking to myself.
school is shit as usual but it's the rewarding kind of shit where the air just stinks of success- yes, they made their way out through my tight buttface! i'm still relieved beyond words that i got accepted even though i know for a fact that SIM accepts just about anyone who can pronounce the 'th' in three without referencing a tree. or do they...
i've been going about tumblring lately due to an apparent loss for words- you know, that numb, tight-lipped feeling you get when you think you're depressed when we all know only relevant people get depressed. if you're not googlable you've probably not earned the right to be depressed at all.
a friend of mine from primary school just had a baby. what am i doing with my life!? not that my biological clock is ticking (more on vaginal issues later) but oh my fuck i just realised we're all adults now! that's it, i'm gonna troll some high schools for some serious jailbait. remember, i like 'em pimply and drenched in premature ejaculation. yeah i said it.
also, people need to stop having relationships with their phones. and dearest friends, i do not need to know where you are most of the time. honest. psh, people.
i am tired.
i am burnt out from both work and school and all because i am simply addicted to the maddening rush of deadlines. it appears i do thrive under pressure. when the german gives me a task on monday to be submitted by friday 9am, i start working from friday 6am. why do i constantly do this, i ask myself rhetorically. i keep asking myself rhetorical questions these days and get my panties all up in a fucking knotty bunch because i then realise that i might be going crazy, just talking to myself.
school is shit as usual but it's the rewarding kind of shit where the air just stinks of success- yes, they made their way out through my tight buttface! i'm still relieved beyond words that i got accepted even though i know for a fact that SIM accepts just about anyone who can pronounce the 'th' in three without referencing a tree. or do they...
i've been going about tumblring lately due to an apparent loss for words- you know, that numb, tight-lipped feeling you get when you think you're depressed when we all know only relevant people get depressed. if you're not googlable you've probably not earned the right to be depressed at all.
a friend of mine from primary school just had a baby. what am i doing with my life!? not that my biological clock is ticking (more on vaginal issues later) but oh my fuck i just realised we're all adults now! that's it, i'm gonna troll some high schools for some serious jailbait. remember, i like 'em pimply and drenched in premature ejaculation. yeah i said it.
also, people need to stop having relationships with their phones. and dearest friends, i do not need to know where you are most of the time. honest. psh, people.