Life taught me to die.
I am such a shity bitch to my parents, i mean they ARE really bloody annoying, but i am fucking encouragable. I hate that im such a fucker to them but they are just the most annoying two people in the universe, but my god that do alot for me. I'll make it up to them when im older, right now i'm too crappy and selfish.
I've been thinking why exactly im sad all the time and basically its just about me. I think about who i am and where i'm going and that always makes me just eternally sad. Im nowhere and its now. And i dont have that kind of connection (in my real life) with anyone, that chemistry and its all my fault.
Its all my fault, everything. In fact you could somehow link some of the worlds greatest disasters back to me. Well, not really but i do love a good hyperbole.
The world is in your hand or its at your throat.
I wish that something BIG would happen to me. Nothing BIG ever happens to me because i never make anything happen.
I love the movie BIG. With Tom Hanks, my ultimate dream is to own a stdio apartment and fill it with those big balls and pinball machines and a trampoline (thats the most important one), a real big trampoline too.
Sometimes i think about it. But then i think of the ramifications. And its just too much. The bravest thing i can do is to just keep breathing.