i've been thinking,
hey eoys suck. maybe i should just give up. the world may revolve around these but i shan't. i'll go learn how to make intricate domino patterns or go be a missionary or work in the church, maybe give up going university because blahblahblah.
i know. i've been thinking (rashly and immaturely and etcetcetc).
.

its destroying my smile, but others are grinning from ear to ear.

"Psychotherapist: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Josh: To prove that it wasn't chicken."

i still like Atticus Finch and Scout and Jem. ): they were the best lit characters around. Harper Lee created a fine story and i'm grateful that i could read it.

oh yes, i've listened to Let's Dance to Joy Division and i like it. whoo. after bloody eoys, i'll squander. just wait. just wait. time will erase. it will bloody erase these things off and history will never take note of it.
they didnt ask why. but at home it remains the same. bloody distraction. the world passes by the one who passes by.