So I'm awake and I'm screaming on the inside.
This was a small time when I lived. Ah yes, I had to lay down and all could do was stare up to my ceiling and ask the real questions. "Why am I here", "Does my life really mean to make an impact", "Why the hell doesn't Greg Cipes and Tom Kenny sing a duo album yet".
Those are the questions. Now there's things I must know, school schedule, many things just not really MATURE for many audiences. Like how in the world does a thirty year old man date a 27 year old loudmouth. Many things about life, love, and the feeling of sobbing in the middle of night knowing your favorite otp will never happen. Wait, why am I talking about otps. Why am I so into the idea of characters getting together- havin' kids, doing the do, dying a slow painful death.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
WUB WUB WUB
Okay, I'm back. And I'm feeling a tad little better. Sitting down is a god sent. Fuck, having butt cheeks are a god sent. I'm not Christian, but I use 'the mighty lord's' name in vain too often. It's not fun. And sometimes it is. Who hasn't made a Jesus/God joke in their life. Even when mother who are tired with life look at their kids and scream "BILLY, I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU BETTAH GET YOUR ASS OFF JOHNNY RIGHT NOW."
Really, just screaming makes us feel better. Screaming about God makes us feel better. But not when we're trying choke a little kid with the word of Jesus. No, you're just forcing the belief on him then. That's another thing. I have lived with a Christian family. Sadly part of my actual family- not some friends my mom had.
What else should I say about the almioghty lord and savior Jebus Fyst.
IDK
Really, just screaming makes us feel better. Screaming about God makes us feel better. But not when we're trying choke a little kid with the word of Jesus. No, you're just forcing the belief on him then. That's another thing. I have lived with a Christian family. Sadly part of my actual family- not some friends my mom had.
What else should I say about the almioghty lord and savior Jebus Fyst.
IDK
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
EY
Tick tock, I gotta move.
Okay, we bring you a thought. Think of life. Can't imagine life? Think of a train wreck. That's life. It's tragic to some, funny to the messed up ones, and possibly sad for people who notice you. Well holy shit, time to stop going around and fucking kick it. RIGHT IN THE BALLS. OH MY GOD- do you know how much shit we go through. Counting the actual stool you have to push out on a regular basis- we go through a shitload. This blog is probably going to help me, gonna let me vent, gonna let me be the most angriest thing on this damn planet. So how am I so angry. School, lifestyle, health- DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON SOCIAL LIFE.
People (as in people I mean my mother) say that I don't get out enough and I don't have fun and see other people. I'm single, I don't like interaction. My my, get this guy a girlfriend (or boyfriend since I am female but identify myself as male and honestly- I find males more attractive. (Though I am a big fan of breasts) Much more attractive than some women I see. But my preference is never 'available'. Being a fan of big men don't really count now a days. There are the few that catch my eye and that's fucking it. I'm angry at this point that I don't have much of a life, I mean- I got art. I got a good patch of my life planned out. And still my mom acts like I got nothing.
... Okay I got little. Very little. But it's not much of a problem is it? Some things I still have to figure out and too much might be shove on my plate.
But at the end of the day... you just gotta kick life in the balls.
Okay, we bring you a thought. Think of life. Can't imagine life? Think of a train wreck. That's life. It's tragic to some, funny to the messed up ones, and possibly sad for people who notice you. Well holy shit, time to stop going around and fucking kick it. RIGHT IN THE BALLS. OH MY GOD- do you know how much shit we go through. Counting the actual stool you have to push out on a regular basis- we go through a shitload. This blog is probably going to help me, gonna let me vent, gonna let me be the most angriest thing on this damn planet. So how am I so angry. School, lifestyle, health- DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON SOCIAL LIFE.
People (as in people I mean my mother) say that I don't get out enough and I don't have fun and see other people. I'm single, I don't like interaction. My my, get this guy a girlfriend (or boyfriend since I am female but identify myself as male and honestly- I find males more attractive. (Though I am a big fan of breasts) Much more attractive than some women I see. But my preference is never 'available'. Being a fan of big men don't really count now a days. There are the few that catch my eye and that's fucking it. I'm angry at this point that I don't have much of a life, I mean- I got art. I got a good patch of my life planned out. And still my mom acts like I got nothing.
... Okay I got little. Very little. But it's not much of a problem is it? Some things I still have to figure out and too much might be shove on my plate.
But at the end of the day... you just gotta kick life in the balls.
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