its so easy to fake it when no one really listens
gossip girl. my guilty pleasure. the fifth book is sitting, spine unbroken on my couch. beautiful glossy cover, such a wonderful temptation-- O Procrastination, you tempt me too much. but then again, isn't this just as bad?
i've done way too much studying for my own good. my head hurts and i feel no more prepared than i did 5 chapters ago.
i dont like this thing anymore. and i dont like when people are cryptic, or fake, or liars. i dont like people who judge me too quickly, or judge anyone too quickly for that matter. i don't like insincerity or self-absorbtion. i need honesty. i don't mind complainers, as long as its not always about themselves. i dont mind people who aren't sure of themselves, who need a little ego boost every once in awhile, self- conscious, but not self-loathing. i don't know how this all came out, i didn't even really mean to write it, or think about what i was writing. but i won't delete it because its all true, even if theres no real point anywhere in there.
i am bored in a way i can't describe. not bored in the moment, just bored all the time. i feel like a hamster on one of those wheel-things, everything is always the same. i'm going nowhere. i need to escape from this mundane washed-out rut ive gotten into. i want to make an impression.
i've done way too much studying for my own good. my head hurts and i feel no more prepared than i did 5 chapters ago.
i dont like this thing anymore. and i dont like when people are cryptic, or fake, or liars. i dont like people who judge me too quickly, or judge anyone too quickly for that matter. i don't like insincerity or self-absorbtion. i need honesty. i don't mind complainers, as long as its not always about themselves. i dont mind people who aren't sure of themselves, who need a little ego boost every once in awhile, self- conscious, but not self-loathing. i don't know how this all came out, i didn't even really mean to write it, or think about what i was writing. but i won't delete it because its all true, even if theres no real point anywhere in there.
i am bored in a way i can't describe. not bored in the moment, just bored all the time. i feel like a hamster on one of those wheel-things, everything is always the same. i'm going nowhere. i need to escape from this mundane washed-out rut ive gotten into. i want to make an impression.