So, this is normalcy.

I'm in serious consideration of changing my major to something science related. Journalism as a career choice is...for lack of a better word, dead. This next semester will make or break me.

"fuck who you're gonna fuck and make no apologies. Me and some friends are getting a room for halloween horror nights. There is this one girl my friend said he likes but i know me and her are gonna hookup. tough luck for him but i need my nookie"

A good way of telling when a friendship has gone awry is when you're constantly reminiscing about the past.

No present, no future. I wonder what went wrong.

I'm really unhappy and I shouldn't be. I want to start over.

I was all geared up and ready to write positive and uplifting things like "HEY THANKS FOR REASSURING MY BELIEFS IN HUMANITY"

But so much for that.

Really? You went THERE?

Get the fuck out of my life.

"In his resolution at the end of the book he accepts the indifference of the physical world to man's aspirations. He is able to see that realization not only as a regret but also as an opportunity. People are free to make their own meaning: a freedom that is also a responsibility, because without that commitment there will be no meaning".

<3.

The results for my biopsy come in tomorrow. All I can remember from tonight is the woman on the other end of the phone saying "It's bad". I can't remember the last time I've been so nervous.

I've always wondered what exactly keeps people moving forward despite their struggles and the banalities that they have to face in their existence. Suffrage is as common as the cold, and no one seems to have direction anymore. Ambition leads to dead ends and wasted time. Am I cynical? Maybe. But I've lost sight of why I wake up in the morning. ( Read more... )