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I have school at 9am tomorrow. Fuck my sleep schedule. Now on to the tl;dr. Try not to defriend me after this month of posts.
So what do I say- I'm an art student in Lasalle, because clearly my occupation defines me. I'm a girl, but I hate that label on me, and don't even bother to begin with either gender label. Genderqueer will do just fine, even though I'm such a wuss I barely tell anyone irl, so let's just go with biological female and psychological something.
I like art so bad sometimes I can hardly breathe, and I like reading to the point where I'll read mouthwash labels for fun. I hate Pollock and Picasso, though the latter only for his later work. Le Corbusier gives me phantom pains.
-- Actually I'd tl;dr with more, except I can write a million words and still I might as well have written nothing.
I think I'll just end off with morbid thoughts: If I ever had to kill someone, I don't know if I could or would. I'd wonder if my own life is more significant than the one about to die- unless of course, adrenaline and reflex took over, in which case it's always every man/woman/something for itself. Sometimes though, people make me so angry I could. I'm only comfortable admitting this here because I know I'm not the only one.
So what do I say- I'm an art student in Lasalle, because clearly my occupation defines me. I'm a girl, but I hate that label on me, and don't even bother to begin with either gender label. Genderqueer will do just fine, even though I'm such a wuss I barely tell anyone irl, so let's just go with biological female and psychological something.
I like art so bad sometimes I can hardly breathe, and I like reading to the point where I'll read mouthwash labels for fun. I hate Pollock and Picasso, though the latter only for his later work. Le Corbusier gives me phantom pains.
-- Actually I'd tl;dr with more, except I can write a million words and still I might as well have written nothing.
I think I'll just end off with morbid thoughts: If I ever had to kill someone, I don't know if I could or would. I'd wonder if my own life is more significant than the one about to die- unless of course, adrenaline and reflex took over, in which case it's always every man/woman/something for itself. Sometimes though, people make me so angry I could. I'm only comfortable admitting this here because I know I'm not the only one.