I really don’t think I’ll outlive this semester.
This last month has been an eternity. I’ve done nothing but write papers every single mother fucking day of my life. Summer is halfway over and haven’t got to enjoy a single bit of it and my break is only a week.
I don’t know if I want this kind of life. We’ll see if this next semester is any better for me.
Me: “i cant come over today im busy”
Friend: "what are you busy with"
Halloween All Year
Some Time Alone, Alone
In my house there’s a picture of my father who dressed up as a cheerleader with a real cheer squad uniform that didn’t fit him for one of his high school’s football games. He did it because he quit the football team his senior year due to shitty politics of the team and decided to piss off the football squad by cheering like a cheerleader.
He is me, and I am him. Except I never had the balls in high school to pull something like that off. Nowadays he’s a hardened fire captain who I can never see doing something like that ever again, but it’s nice to know that deep down we’re cut from the same cloth.
This site needs less pseudo-progressive values and more black metal songs about anal bleeding.