I wrote this yesterday morning;
“the things I wish could be answered … oh the many things …the mysteries of life I assume … the dark alleys of life that are never walked for fear of the dangers that lurk? … we may never know … but even if it were that the questions were asked, would the be answered … that no one knows … so we lay there pondering ideas which seem to lie within the dark alleys of life in hopes that one day some how some way some one will just present us with everything … all we’ve ever wanted”
No one is perfect but you could at least strive to be. I wrote everything out on post it notes. I didn’t table today and will probably be harassed about it later. Oh well. Did I mention that I don’t give a fuck? I put music on my phone for the first time today. It turned out amazing. I went to lunch and it was like no one was there. Everyone was there. Everyone was screaming for someone to pay them the slightest attention. Attention whores if you will. I need to email my professors.
