wow why cant fictional characters be real. why cant the people i care about live close to me. why do i hate everyone. i need to do my homework. im not gunna do it. why am i listening to the drake and josh theme song. i kinda feel like dying but i always feel like that and idk why. i just want someone to care about me dang why does everyone hate me what am i doing wrong ok now im going to go cry
i’m hugnry i really want foood what do i ido art ow my head hurts i feel weird itm y eyes hurt it’s too bright i complaing to but g gbut mcuh i can’t ttype ibut i don’t relaly care at least my handwriting is pretty land like dang my dogs are cute they’re just standing there just like sleeping and cue and shit adn awww wnad awaww why id my art style so cute it needs to stop i wanna dra wnot cute things horlysiet i wish some people would pay attention to me i njust want th eattnetion of certain people but iwill never get it hmmm dkskdkf k this was has been fuck idk anon tell me why i’m rude
SHe sat alone at her computer, Her illuminated screen sending flickering shadows across the awhshit that was crap let’s not bother with that. herrrrrr I actually forgot to put a capital letter at this sentence, and I just glanced up and “She” has an accidental capital H. THE H IS IN THE WRONG PLACE NOOOOOOOOO KEYBOARD WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME IS THAT WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS? Amg I’m scared and alone right now, I mean what? HEY LOOK IT’S MY FAVORITE SONG AWWW YEUUUH. ELLE ME DIT. FRENCH MUSIC IS INTERESTING AND WILL HELP ME IN MY IMMERSION CLASSES. Ooh I really like that math song I learnt to day! “x equals negative b, plus or minus radical b squared minus 4 a c. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* All over 2a!~ HOORAY QUADRATIC EQUATIONS!!!!
Need sleep really irritated need sleep and not to be irritated sleep sleep sleep but also shower shower before sleep i wannt make fantrolls but sleep I need sleep life’s a dookie what’s a dookie I need sleep
Well shit I suppose I’d better start writing something oh but what to right I’ll probably just bore everybody with my lame antics of repetitive symbolic words that just keep coming out. Tumbling out. no that was a bad pun and this makes no sense. what am I even doing? Wes is texting me again. I hope Coop is okay his chest is still hurting GOD FUCK my fingers are hitting all the wrong keys. Damn this is getting probably really annoying to everybody reading this. My blog is pretty unquality anyway. :Y No huge loss. Better get ready to sign off Norton has 10 minutes left.
Okay so I’m gonna start this off by talking about my sore fingers and they’re sore because of these fucking strings on my violin. Seriously they cut into your flesh it’s even worse than guitar strings because they’re tauter (yes I meant tauter and not tighter, but that works too) and thinner so sometimes it feels like fucking razor wire especially on the E string. I’m actually making them hurt worse by typing random shit but I don’t give a fuck because for some reason it makes me feel like a boss wow I can’t believe I’m actually enjoying this I should probably do it more often. Writing without much purpose is causing me to hit the backspace a lot, though. Holy shit I feel like such a BAMF because I’m typing so fast you know why I’m typing so fast it’s because I’m not really saying anything of any use or interest but holy shit it’s so goddamn fun oh my god Eccky I’m so happy I reblogged this from you hopefully I spelled your name right but I think I need to stop now. Now. Now. NOw. NOOOOOOW/.
I’m just going to admit that I do this in my head sometimes — narrate my life in a sort of stream of consciousness pattern because it’s so much easier to think in words and make everything make sense, even though that doesn’t work with everything and there are way too many things I can’t make myself understand, like people. I love people but they are so difficult and complicated and it’s not necessary; we could all just say everything we think and be totally transparent and then everything would be simple and I wouldn’t sit here worrying about things that later turn out not to matter at all.
(Source: effyeahpegasister)
