I told myself: “I’ll just watch one more episode and go study” like 5 episodes ago.
I feel like I need to make a daily planner that lists things that I need to do and the time frame in which each tasks should be completed in order to be more productive, but at the same time having to keep up with a schedule seems like a lot of pressure (not something I’m sure I’m able to cope with :-/)
There’s a picture of a bunch of goldfish stored in plastic bags that are sold on a street that’s been reblogged and reposted again and again on my dashboard (mostly by artsy/hipster/indie blogs)
Well, art and hipsters aren’t meant to be understood I guess..?
Is it ok for me to reblog a photo of King Krule just because I like the way his hands look?
Spent the last 7 days working at the fair, meeting lots of nice people, as well as creating a bunch of good memories with them. It was really overwhelming at first, jumping into working mode just after finishing all my final exams (and I had to work 12 hours everyday as well) but it was a lot of fun while it lasted ~
Ahahahah I didn’t even do any decent studying for my final exams and somehow I passed them all with flying colors woooo
Why do people keep including me in their lives as if they actually think I’m a part of it? Isn’t it enough that I have to acknowledge the fact that I’m always an outsider? Do they really find it necessary to remind me of it every single time by having me sit there, holding these mannered conversations with them while they’re talking and laughing with each other like a real family when I’m supposed to be the only family he has? And why do I have to hear things like: “You look just like your father”, “I care about you a lot”… from someone I didn’t even know existed? No. I don’t know you people, I don’t like you people, and I’m never going to be one of you. We are of different kinds. So please keep your distance from me. Do not act like you’re close to me cause you’re not. Do not act like you care about me cause you don’t. Do not act like you know about my family more than I do - actually, maybe you do, but who gives you the right to sit there and talk about it as if you were there before I was? Who do you think you are?
I really hate myself for being unreasonably cranky for the past few days and taking it out on him but whenever I talk to him I just can’t help it. I want to hear his voice but at the same time talking to him frustrates me to the point where I can’t even bother saying anything anymore. How can anyone stand me when I can’t even stand myself?