There's a lot of things in life I can handle,
but there's a lot of things in life I can't as well.
and yet here i am...
I used to be good about this, using the internet before it was cool - kidding. Everyone had a journal of sorts back then. Xanga, livejournal, blogger, you name it. Now kids post reposted memes on tumblr and they call that a "blog." No you fuckwits, reposting shit you like or find creative is not a god damned blog...it's a pinterest for porn. Did Generation Xers hate us as much as I hate the newer millenials and generation z'ers? let's hope not.
It's funny how we live in a society, modern society, where we can actually connect with pretty much anyone we know at any given time, in a few seconds...yet, getting a text back is more painful than stubbing your toe on your bed.
what the hell happened, where did it all go wrong? Dating is fucked. People are fucked. Life is fucked. I started losing my fears, doing things I shouldn't be doing, because what's the worst that can happen to me, death? I'd gladly accept.
If you call someone out, that's rude. Somehow pointing out someone else's faults and how they have wronged you makes you the bad person, because now you made them feel bad, and that's not cool.
There's like six different blog post topics in one post here, and that's all i got.
"i'm proud of you"
but there's a lot of things in life I can't as well.
and yet here i am...
I used to be good about this, using the internet before it was cool - kidding. Everyone had a journal of sorts back then. Xanga, livejournal, blogger, you name it. Now kids post reposted memes on tumblr and they call that a "blog." No you fuckwits, reposting shit you like or find creative is not a god damned blog...it's a pinterest for porn. Did Generation Xers hate us as much as I hate the newer millenials and generation z'ers? let's hope not.
It's funny how we live in a society, modern society, where we can actually connect with pretty much anyone we know at any given time, in a few seconds...yet, getting a text back is more painful than stubbing your toe on your bed.
what the hell happened, where did it all go wrong? Dating is fucked. People are fucked. Life is fucked. I started losing my fears, doing things I shouldn't be doing, because what's the worst that can happen to me, death? I'd gladly accept.
If you call someone out, that's rude. Somehow pointing out someone else's faults and how they have wronged you makes you the bad person, because now you made them feel bad, and that's not cool.
There's like six different blog post topics in one post here, and that's all i got.
"i'm proud of you"
