I’ve been in quite the haze
throughout most of twenty-thirteen
my weeks flew by like days
I can’t remember what I’ve seen
The drugs and the distraction
keep me at constant content
the consequence of my actions:
wasted time and money spent
To think of how my life would be
were I to make a change
Could I make a better me
or would I be more strange?
To stop this whine to stop this thought
to fin’ly be at rest
to give up on the war I’ve fought
to stop this mindless jest
I guess I will just see this through
This flowers bound to blossem
no matter what, it still holds true:
that I am fucking awesome.
There’s a difference between
The fact that we all know what this means really says something about our social lives
you should all go to your blogs and hover over them
The Internet will kill everything you love. But by the time it dies, you won’t even care.