February 2012
3 posts
Two things:
First of all, I am angry. Furious even. So whatever I post further might not make any sense. I know I shouldn’t be angry, it’s a very subjective thing and no one can change it, but then again, gtfo.
And second, did your parents tell you that to have an okay life you had to be smart and nice to people? And that it would suffice? Mine did. Well, newsflash, that’s not...
I wish I was extraordinary at something (fingerpainting? throwing tomatoes? licking spoons?).
I wish I didn’t have an attention span of a golden fish (I have to work… oh, twitter… wait, bloglovin… uhm, let’s read news… uhm, right work… facebook!).
I wish I went to bed at a proper time (1 AM is NOT a proper time for a bedtime).
I wish I didn’t beat...
Because I can
Reasoning my own actions for the people around me is one hell of a job. And it requires patience (something I really lack). “Why do you carry a water bottle with you?” “I need water.” “Why?” “It’s good for my body and skin.” “What’s wrong with your skin?” ” Nothing.” “So why do you carry that bottle with you...