I started a post on Flock...Then I forgot that Blogger makes Flock epic fail.
So I started out with a picture, and that's as far as I got, thank god.
Opera won't let me move the picture. So at the top it shall stay.
Cyanide & Happiness: 1769
Skillet's new album Awake leaked. If that link doesn't work, lemme know.
Supposedly Lorastory was supposed to kick off again on the 10th. Yeah, I'm still waiting. >.> Rob tells me they're "in the works." It's probably going to be a while.
I think that's all I have for you.
People get so worried about my conditions. Rather, they get worried about me. In reality, my existance is insignificant in "the grand scheme of things." My little speck of a life isn't really important at all, regardless of how many lives I've "changed." What ever happened to reality? Why are we trying to avoid or stop that which is inevitable?
It's a bit scary to know that the person, the only one, who can keep me safe inside is the same person who can break me. What's even worse is that this one person is me. It's strange to know that no matter who you are or what you believe, the "person" who decides the twists & turns of your life can only be one person. Maybe we should just let people believe, think, perceive, etc. what they want, sometimes. Maybe there's a moment in which contradicting them is out of line or just plain stupid. I've always heard there's a time and place for everything.
Good day, void.
Back down, Cash out,
That's the city for you.
Break down and back out,
get what's coming to you.
When you said that you were falling apart,
I thought you mean that you were falling apart.
I can't even think of a title. What am I doing here?
Today:
Some days I want to get totally messed up. Smoke. Drink. Pills. Just completely ruin myself. Pot. Speed. Coke. I can't. Won't. No money. No dealer. No knowledge. Just me. Alone. Movie. Coffee. Bed. Movie. Book. Music. Nothing happens, nothing changes. The world stays gray, everything tastes the same. Nothing changes, nothing matters. And tomorrow will be exactly the same.
Hmmm... Where to begin.
Well, you know that whole Bipolar thing? Well, I'm hitting the depression side of it. Or it's hitting me, I can never tell. I have good days, but they're all having that "the weight of the world on my shoulders" kind of feeling. And lately I've been invigorated and life was full of all this color. And now it's all gone.
The entire point of telling you this is that I'm not entirely sure how much I'll be posting. I guess I don't really have the motivation or desire. Or maybe because school is out, I have no reason to post because I'm not looking for something to do in order to avoid school. That was ridiculously long.
I don't know. I'll see what happens.
I hope you had fun all over Europe, Jonas.
I'll read Pomponne whenever I get back on this silly site.
It's so hard to find help
these days,
when everyone's counting on me
but I'm burnt already.
These little cuties were living under my front porch for a while. I don't know what happened to them, but they're not around anymore.
Links to everywhere:
LFG: 268, 269, 270, 271, 272, 273, 274,
Cyanide and Happiness: 1752
I don't even remember what else I post... ummm....
Lorastory is on hold for a while, so I'll get that going again when I have the chance.
Too lazy to look at Strike Gently.
that's all for now guys.
PostSecret tomorrow. Check it out.
There goes my hero.
Watch him as he goes.
There goes my hero,
he's ordinary.
