If I haven't collided with a wall yet, I'm about to. Decisions, decisions....SO many decisions. The roots aren't necessarily deep, but do demand consideration. Trying to balance the requirements of emotional vs rational thinking is transforming me into some brand of crazy. Newer interests and chance encounters blur the senses much more than I'd like to admit. It always seems to retract to a state of demanding concise answers to questions that aren't realistically plausible. Where's the challenge in that? Stop it, Alex. Stop it. I wish. Honestly. DOT DOT DOT. That's me. The sensical part of this whole shindig is a desire for, at least, the allusion of stability. Student loans in this state are a complete and total scam...or perhaps its just the tuition that regulates such needs. Ga Ga Ga....spoon.
HAHA, "sparkles like the ocean" [WhIsPeR...]...Ellen, you slay me. Related, today I wanted to buy a watch...but not for me. What envokes such chaos? Fuck, a watch....a WATCH. I don't expect you to comprehend what I'm trying to say. Is this a common reaction? So much for being independent and graceful. It pains me. Funny....I think I forgot what it means to really be bitter and angry and sad and what it feels like to cry while watching porn. Wait, that was a first. Yes, I know...I'm in denial. Is ignorance really bliss? I can only hope because such sentiments are far too sparse. Then again, I have no quams about letting my freak flag fly. I wish I could say passion and intimacy were overrated, but that would be horribly inaccurate. It's frustrating to contain passion outside of the activist arena. Oh sweet, sweet torture. I love you so. I hope to one day obtain Lily Allen levels of greatness. Just watch me. FUCK yes.
Peace. Love. Insanity. You love me, admit it.
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