Anyone who knows me would know the answer to this.

Tags: dream job, monster, monster jobs, writer's block

Whomever said writing your feelings out made you feel better was a motherfucking liar.

Unfinished buisness remains unfinished.

Man.

What the fuck am I doing?

Pot is overrated.

I should be a pretty good memory.

Mega Man 2, no doubt.

Tags: games, video games, writer's block

...I'm relating to Green Day lyrics.
It gives me that same nostalgic feeling I get when I listen to Nirvana.

I feel 13 again. But, like, a more refined 13 year old.

I just want out, really.

Out of the maroon and white laden halls of Satsuma High School and into the orange and blue laden halls of Auburn.
I keep constructing absent minded situations where I don't get to go/leave and, fuck, it genuinely upsets me.

I don't dislike my surroundings. It's just that I've think I've grown to the point where I am ready for something new to my eyes. Honestly, it doesn't even matter if it's slightly the same. At least it'll be dressed in different skin.

My internal course of thought keeps on tediously stressing me when I should be pretty happy. It's absurd. I guess I've always been drawn to absurdities in an entertainment aspect, but it's different when it's looming upon you.

Current Music: Ozma

   How strange.

Tea makes me feel better than any alcohol or drug could.