Artistically untitled. So there
Being that I have no idea who'll read this, it seems only fair that I should let a total stranger into my life. You know - personal details, closely guarded secrets, etc.
Ok then. Err...Spontaneity, spontaneity, spontaneity...
Discarding the world in my head for a moment, I live with my parents for now; in Southampton, and spend a lot of my teen-time dwelling in my room. Classic teenage stereotype - eh?
About to get hurled into my GCSE's particularly soon, and am hence trying to find a philosophy that doesn't involve 'sh*t, sh*t, sh*t I'm going to fail, I'm going to fail'.
When I'm not chewing my fingernails to a degree level, or mocking others in my head, I generally spend a lot of my even more classic teenage-time writing EVEN MORE classic teen-poetry (Oh woe is me, I'm so depressed, everyone hates me, no one understand anything, etc) toned down a little, sat at my computer of evilness.
I'm trying to run through in my head why: A. I'm writing this and B. Why you'd continue to read this, but the fact that you are speaks for itself, so thankyou. I think.
I was for several years a dope (cannabis/weed/pot {sic}) user, if not an addict, but was smart enough to get caught by my parents, and hence am devoid of any use of zee stuff, for now. It really was that inevitable trap of wanting to escape, which probably stems from being a teen in the first place. But, despite my current position as an angst-riddled teen, whoever you happen to be, also conform in some way to a stereotype. The point being more that a stereotype is a generated 'thing'. You can't touch, taste; smell a stereotype. It's an opinion created via the masses (Or those who like to think they're in the majority). The difference is that you have a consciousness. You exist. Despite the fact that you and I are both ruled by emotion and 'human judgment', we're conscious entities, and that separates us from the rest of humanity. We're partitioned, for the sole reason that I'm not you, and you're not me.
On a happier note, I might spend the day inside listening to the Beatles and Dresden Dolls (the Dresden Dolls being the rulers of all music - bwhahahaha) and eating gratuitous amounts of chocolate, per se yesterday.
So Sayonara.
Ok then. Err...Spontaneity, spontaneity, spontaneity...
Discarding the world in my head for a moment, I live with my parents for now; in Southampton, and spend a lot of my teen-time dwelling in my room. Classic teenage stereotype - eh?
About to get hurled into my GCSE's particularly soon, and am hence trying to find a philosophy that doesn't involve 'sh*t, sh*t, sh*t I'm going to fail, I'm going to fail'.
When I'm not chewing my fingernails to a degree level, or mocking others in my head, I generally spend a lot of my even more classic teenage-time writing EVEN MORE classic teen-poetry (Oh woe is me, I'm so depressed, everyone hates me, no one understand anything, etc) toned down a little, sat at my computer of evilness.
I'm trying to run through in my head why: A. I'm writing this and B. Why you'd continue to read this, but the fact that you are speaks for itself, so thankyou. I think.
I was for several years a dope (cannabis/weed/pot {sic}) user, if not an addict, but was smart enough to get caught by my parents, and hence am devoid of any use of zee stuff, for now. It really was that inevitable trap of wanting to escape, which probably stems from being a teen in the first place. But, despite my current position as an angst-riddled teen, whoever you happen to be, also conform in some way to a stereotype. The point being more that a stereotype is a generated 'thing'. You can't touch, taste; smell a stereotype. It's an opinion created via the masses (Or those who like to think they're in the majority). The difference is that you have a consciousness. You exist. Despite the fact that you and I are both ruled by emotion and 'human judgment', we're conscious entities, and that separates us from the rest of humanity. We're partitioned, for the sole reason that I'm not you, and you're not me.
On a happier note, I might spend the day inside listening to the Beatles and Dresden Dolls (the Dresden Dolls being the rulers of all music - bwhahahaha) and eating gratuitous amounts of chocolate, per se yesterday.
So Sayonara.
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