(Source: kakaku.com, via dirty-gypsy)
I wish i’d come from Seattle. I tend to wonder everyday ‘Is this what i’m meant to be saying?’ and I don’t know whether or not i’m allowed to like the things I like because it’s so cool to be uncool.
I don’t know what’s on my mind because i’m very busy thinking about what I should be thinking about. I can’t make up my mind on facebook, mobiles, ipads, energy drinks, cigarettes, downloading, television, carbohydrates, cardigans and most of my life.
I pretty much have numbed myself to all conventional people and in the process killed myself a little. I have few friends and even then, they couldn’t tell you a thing. If I died who would know what miserable song to put on?.. well not me but it’s the thought.
I’m not depressed, having unfortunately been there and done that i’ve reached an emotional limbo. I in fact smile almost all day and embrace almost everything.. I just can’t seem to get my head around anything and am restless in my wondering thoughts.
This is a blog. I am a human.
Is there anyone else out there?
