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Duck Sauce’s New Years countdown at TAO with Skya.
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My roommate doing the cinnamon test.
Psssh. Everybody has someone visiting them. Especially couples. And I always see them. No whining, but I wish someone would visit me. Whether it be James, Skya, or even Fernie. Somebody needs to come up and show love.
One thing that I miss the most about myself is my thoughts. I used to be very introspective and critical of everything. And some might say that I still am, but its only a fraction of what it used to be. Part of me feels like my brain is dormant and waiting on my peers’ perceptiveness to reach a level of my own just so that I can be understood. Another part of me feels that maybe there’s just no one to listen to my thoughts so they aren’t being produced, but that’s definitely not true. I don’t know, but Brain, if you’re listening, please give me back my thoughts.
I miss having people that I’m close to near me. It wouldn’t hurt to see someone that makes me smile daily.
I don’t know what to do about school or life. I just guess I have to keep trying. No choice.
Today is the day my love comes home! The more I think about it, the more I get excited. Tyler is my world. It’s crazy how things worked out for us after high school last year. I love you.
(Source: iwantsomeskya)
“And the dudes so handsome, all the bitches want to pants him.”
Trust.
I should be writing my essay, but I’m looking at old Facebook notes. Spring of my junior year in high school, I wrote daily Facebook notes about my day and how life was. Specifically writing the good of the day. I was so pathetic. I definitely was young and confused. But coming out of that winter, it was necessary to write those notes, so that i would be able to recognize the good in life. Cuz i was definitely depressed and probably contemplating suicide on a daily basis. I’m still not really over that phase though. That year defined who I am still now. I kind of learned to live and thrive off of depressing feelings and its taking this long for it to go away. Its so much easier just to be sad and feel sorry for myself. I had learned to be comfortable with being sad. When I’m sad I fit in better. When I’m sad, art is better and seems way more useful.
But, I like being happy better in the long run. Happy is always greater than sad. Now back to my essay. Hopefully I can make that coherent.
danezzyy asked: i found you.
lmao. how?
Bass is my therapy. After a long week I just wanna smoke and turn my bass up.
I went to San Francisco to visit Skya this weekend while she was on her college tour. We spent the night together and it was amazing. She bought me this mug as a souvenir.
justsoaringthrough asked: I've been there about five times, Iove it haha. I will definitely apply. Thank you!
No problem! Don’t hesitate to say whats up if you ever see me around.
