Intro (a.k.a. Word Vomit)
Wow, look a post. Okay. Basically, this is a personal blog type thing because tumblr is for k-pop and my feeling but this is for me. It's 1AM as I type this and I'm wearing an old Justin Bieber t-shirt, pj bottoms and a snapback with the words "FASHION IS DEAD" embroidered on them.
I'm a bit of a mess actually, and if you were to look at me right now, I'm sitting on the floor next to my bed typing crap about myself at the second hour of the day (or is it the first? is 00:00 the first or last?).
The reason I am here is because I need a place called a getaway. you know those places where people go for vacation? Yeah, well this is my vacation. A vacation in which I must find myself each day.
I am lost. I'm a mess, but I'm also very lost. It's natural I suppose, starting a new chapter in a book called "Fuck it." But in all seriousness, I'm almost 18, and I've decided that I'm the author of "Fuck it" and I'm honestly going to fuck it until I'm okay. I'm starting university in approximately a week and I'm scared. Not the usual scared that people are when starting a new school, but a scared that I was given a strength by some strange being and it's all been taken away from the day I graduated grade 12. (This is why this blog post is called word vomit)
I write. Not very well, but I do write. I also teach math to young kids and I am sarcastic and funny and really boring to talk to. Good thing I was blessed with a face and healthy body parts because I'm not good at things. It's August 27th, 2014.
Fuck it, I need coffee.
I'm a bit of a mess actually, and if you were to look at me right now, I'm sitting on the floor next to my bed typing crap about myself at the second hour of the day (or is it the first? is 00:00 the first or last?).
The reason I am here is because I need a place called a getaway. you know those places where people go for vacation? Yeah, well this is my vacation. A vacation in which I must find myself each day.
I am lost. I'm a mess, but I'm also very lost. It's natural I suppose, starting a new chapter in a book called "Fuck it." But in all seriousness, I'm almost 18, and I've decided that I'm the author of "Fuck it" and I'm honestly going to fuck it until I'm okay. I'm starting university in approximately a week and I'm scared. Not the usual scared that people are when starting a new school, but a scared that I was given a strength by some strange being and it's all been taken away from the day I graduated grade 12. (This is why this blog post is called word vomit)
I write. Not very well, but I do write. I also teach math to young kids and I am sarcastic and funny and really boring to talk to. Good thing I was blessed with a face and healthy body parts because I'm not good at things. It's August 27th, 2014.
Fuck it, I need coffee.
~C.
(P.S. if you know any good theme for a blog about acid and word vomits, please let me know im new at this craps)
(P.P.S. im not always a poo head like this it's just 1:11 now and i need sleep or something)
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