I’m not digging that marketing stuff right now.
Sometimes, I just want to give up. At times, I am overwhelmed and want to rest, for a long, long while.
I wish it were that easy to say goodbye
School, school, school, why are you so cool?
(Yet so not)
Yeah. School is cool, cause it’s about everything I desire, but then, it comes down to school, which is pretty much a party pooper, ya know, exams and shizz?
But seriously though - I am loving it.
Regardless of your opinions, I’m definitely starting to get the itch to start things.
My job is pissing me off, I’m fed up of it. I’m in school, studying what I want to do, what reason do I have to not go ahead?
NONE.
fuck all of you who think I’m wrong for believing.
I believe I am bound to not have someone by my side. Life works in mysterious ways and i feel as if i have this stigma that repulses everyone away. Then, again, maybe thats just me being the solitary guy that i am. But things like this get me to thinking and it brings me to re-affirming ky flaws, whether they be inside, or outside. Even though i do that, i still come down to thinking that i am a good person. Anyways, today i saw someone, really beautiful and all, my brain told me this “You’ve lost most of your hair, people like hair, you’ve shaven the rest off, why would it work”. Which is true, how often do people look at a bald person and say he’s hot or she’s hot? Never. It never happens. So that leads me to thinking, if people are repulsed by my lack of hair, why would they bother get to know me? Then i think.. what if someone shows up after i succeed at everything i want to do a.k.a. when ny career is great and out there? I don’t want that to happen, because then i would feel like its not genuine. Life works in mysterious ways…
when you’re playing LoL and it’s a good game, where things actually happen, and the enemy team surrenders.
GRINDS MY GEARS.
Looking for LoL buddies, send me your summoner name, brahs and gals!
Grinds my gears:
Having to wait for people with slow connections to load the game.
On another note.
Let’s make babies.
I want to go home.
