the monotony of life and its almost non-existent pleasures.
i wish it could be easier for me to let little issues slide and allow them to pass off as the insignificant nothings that happen inevitably. i have exactly a month to redeem myself from blatantly ignoring my responsibilities and fucking up my priorities completely. then possibly indulge in some genuine therapy of sorts to soothe the distraught soul. there are better ways to destress than to spend outrageous amounts of cash on things you may never wear more than once, or at all.
or so i tell myself.
sometimes its refreshing to have completely pointless conversations with random people, and allow yourself to get perked up by the mere spontaneity of it all. and by pointless, i dont mean meaningless. i mean 100% pure talk cock.
i want to go home.
living things - bom bom bom *it is not as retarded as the title suggests