There was a time when I used to believe the weather was a sound reflection of my mood. Now however, the warm sun just blazes everywhere mocking me. Lately, I can't do anything right. My hands ache yet I don't even practice. I'm always tired like I'm some kind of pregnant woman. And NO, I'm not pregnant. My scatter brain won't focus on the task at hand. Take this blogging for example, it's now 12.44pm and I BET YOU A UNICORN that I won't have it posted until 8pm. JUST BECAUSE I GET SO FUCKING DISTRACTED.
I'm also in a very -WHATEVERIDON'TCAREFUUUU- kind of mood, which is unfavourable in the midst of exams and disserfuckingtation.
I just want to rage at everyone for no reason because I am exactly what my parents describe me as- a rebel without a cause.
I feel like something in my life is missing. Or perhaps it's not in my life, it could just be IN MY POCKET. Anyways, I've tried to fill the void in my life with candles. Millions of them. Everywhere. Till they burn and die. And incinerate my soul.
Have you ever wondered what kind of zips are on space suits? They have to have been specially designed so as to work in a vacuum, not allowing air to escape, no? I mean, imagine if they were like a fly zipper..like the ones you get on your jeans which always break at the most inconvenient times. I suppose no time would be more inconvenient than on the moon, being sucked out of your own spacesuit, nob first, through your flies.
Best. Image. Ever.
I'm also in a very -WHATEVERIDON'TCAREFUUUU- kind of mood, which is unfavourable in the midst of exams and disserfuckingtation.
I just want to rage at everyone for no reason because I am exactly what my parents describe me as- a rebel without a cause.
I feel like something in my life is missing. Or perhaps it's not in my life, it could just be IN MY POCKET. Anyways, I've tried to fill the void in my life with candles. Millions of them. Everywhere. Till they burn and die. And incinerate my soul.
Have you ever wondered what kind of zips are on space suits? They have to have been specially designed so as to work in a vacuum, not allowing air to escape, no? I mean, imagine if they were like a fly zipper..like the ones you get on your jeans which always break at the most inconvenient times. I suppose no time would be more inconvenient than on the moon, being sucked out of your own spacesuit, nob first, through your flies.
Best. Image. Ever.
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