omg, i haven’t read in so long. the last book that i read and finished, was “Invisible Monsters” by Chuck Palahniuk. & the book that i’m currently reading (or trying to since i’m too busy) is Paper Towns by John Green.
Who will look the best after the break up, who will be the first to date, and who is better off with out the other. I don’t care who you are or how much of a secure person you project, these notions do cross your brain.
And it feels great when you realize you’re the one that’s winning the competition.
i can't do one thing, i'm just too good. i can't do one thing, i am Tiger Woods.
i’m confused. earlier this week, i thought i had everything set, but today, i’m not so sure anymore. i don’t know.
i want a cigarette. i want a couple of shots. i want to sleep. i want to take a break from school. i want to work full-time. i want to stop being so emo all of a sudden. i want a big hug from him. i want to move out. i want to get my new car already. i want money. more cash. but what i need is to relax and calm down. i’m just really tired and stressed out from today.
What difference does it make? Wear what you want to wear; what makes you look good, what makes you feel comfortable. Listen to the bands you want to listen to. Fuck the rest. All this stereotypical nonsense is bullshit. Everyday is like High School.
There’s a theory that interprets Ed, Edd and Eddy’s entire cast of kids as all being dead and living in a purgatory of an eternal childhood cycle (originally an eternal summer, but then they started going to school), thus the complete lack of any adult agents in the purgatory. There are a number of explanations for their deaths, ranging from an explosion due to a gas-leak in the neighborhood to apocalyptic ones such as nuclear explosion or the spread of a deadly disease that killed most of middle-America. Another theory suggests that the kids in the Cul-de-Sac are dead children from the neighborhood, each from different times (Johnny and Rolf from the 40’s, Kevin from the 90’s, Naz from the 60’s, Jimmy from the 00’s, and so on).