Johnny Winter
I'm single again. I'm probably better off that way, and that's not the silver lining speaking.
I was going to write something really long winded about my current state of affairs, but I'd probably just wind up writing some angry bullshit about how I feel I was mistreated, and how much I want to create something awesome with my thoughts, and how I'm slowly realizing how naive about the world I really am.
I'm not going to do that. Having it on the internet offers me very little therapy considering that i've repeated all of it in my own head so many times that the pure redundancy of it all has overshadowed any constructive capacity the thoughts once possessed. Look, I used a bunch of big words. I could have said all of that with about half as many syllables. I hate college. I hate math classes. I hate everything that isn't making money, enjoying my friends company, and music. Add complaining to the list, because I sure do it as often as any of those other things.
I have nothing constructive to write. I'm just going to wind up pontificating more about stuff that is irrelevant to everyone but me, and spiral into hippy babble about art, and the world.
I've been up since 8 in the morning. I'm drunk at 2 at night. I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.
I was going to write something really long winded about my current state of affairs, but I'd probably just wind up writing some angry bullshit about how I feel I was mistreated, and how much I want to create something awesome with my thoughts, and how I'm slowly realizing how naive about the world I really am.
I'm not going to do that. Having it on the internet offers me very little therapy considering that i've repeated all of it in my own head so many times that the pure redundancy of it all has overshadowed any constructive capacity the thoughts once possessed. Look, I used a bunch of big words. I could have said all of that with about half as many syllables. I hate college. I hate math classes. I hate everything that isn't making money, enjoying my friends company, and music. Add complaining to the list, because I sure do it as often as any of those other things.
I have nothing constructive to write. I'm just going to wind up pontificating more about stuff that is irrelevant to everyone but me, and spiral into hippy babble about art, and the world.
I've been up since 8 in the morning. I'm drunk at 2 at night. I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.