Everything
Things on my dashboard look so fucking perfect as if life is supposed to reflect it and these blogs are supposed to reflect their real lives and they don’t. there’s nothing artistic about waking up every damn day to the same confined space and having to muddle through the rest with Java Monsters. People are shit. Idealists should get out of their damn fantasy that the world can be a beautiful place and face the facts that there will always be people who ruin everything. Black and white pictures don’t change a thing. Not a damn thing and I’m sick of trying to look on the bright side where there isn’t and I’m sick of always trying my best to smile because it gets exhausting—fast. There’s absolutely no reason for me. Growing up kills people. This is not self pity. This is a statement to remind myself in the future not to be a fool. To be foolish in this kind of world would dig my grave.
As everyone grows up, they get more and more caught in the relations with others and less with the relation with themselves. This is evident in everyday television. your friends would literally define you. I’ll admit it gets lonely really fast but it’s when I’m alone that i am completely content. I have never had a companion so true.
