Flesh to Ashes
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
1:49 AM
Hay guys, I'm like, writing on a bad stomachache,
yay me.
The entire committee's up planning for camp later on in the morning.
See how fuckin boring that sounds when I blog about my everyday life?
Imagine doing that on a daily basis; I'll frgn lose all my readers, that is if I
even had any in the first place.
And for some weird reason I keep thinking that the door to the clubroom's opening.
Like whoa, freakaayyyy.
What should I blog about today? Sex, fags, racism? Been there blogged that.
In my eyes, there's nothing controversial in this world. Taboo is nothing but a cowardly
excuse to bury dark secrets for fear of the overcritical world. Makes sense no?
Some prick must have probably banged like, 10 people, including his wife, and had no balls to admit it, so he was like, "Oh honey I don't think sex is a very good topic to discuss."
and voila, TABOO!
._____. I have no fuckin idea what that was about.
Moving on, I just realised that I have no talent at all. Some people are good at music, some can sing, some can dance, some can make people laugh. Me, I just rot at home doing nothing at all, not because I'm like fuckin lazy, but because I have no talent whatsoever. I'm too lazy to procrastinate. That sounded oxymoronic. Speaking of all things oxymoron, here's a classic statement; I'm good at nothing but if that means I'm good at something does it then mean I'm bad at nothing if nothing was something? .______. that DEFINITELY didnt make sense. pssssh.
That's depressing, I'm not even good at being redundant. At lease no one can call me ego.
Not that I care. But it's kinda stupid isnt it, like when you earn your bragging rights, people say you're inflating your ego, but when you're not saying anything people say you're emoshit. Like what the fuck? That's society to your face bitch. Actually, no matter what you guys say, I'll always be an outcast of this world. It gets lonely, but I'd rather be original than to follow others on the high road to hell. And that isnt even the religious hell. It's the physical hell of your mind and it's real. It's when you're trapped within yourself, unable to enjoy the freedom of being yourself, isnt that scary?
It's fuckin real..
