wishful thinking gets us nowhere.
there’s nothing spectacular about tomorrow. Â just another really fucking heavy piece of shit i’m pulling with me everywhere i go. Â everyone has fucking flaps on their eyes, where do they get them, i wish i had them but then i guess i wont be able to see the little moments that make this worth while. is this worth it, i duno. WE’RE IN THE FUCKING MATRIX.
one thing i must admit, not sure if it makes me feel good or subtly not good, the fact that i’m not forced to wear long sleeves. because of these people with the eye flaps. still a sad story i guess. fuckfood
This was first published on 17 September 2013. Wow. In the mean time, I got married. I love my guy but tonight I feel like I did a few years ago. I wonder who are still here from those days.