I can’t tell you how many times I’ll type out extensive text posts, look up, then lay on the backspace key. I dislike how honest I’ve been.
Of a completely different subject matter, but relating to honesty, I’m worried that telling colleges about being suspended in the past has ruined my chances at going where I want to go. As it turns out, most people just lie on that section. I wish I had known. I’ll find out if honesty fucked me after all in a couple days. I’ll keep you posted.
I’m really tired but I can’t shake this feeling that’s keeping me up. I want to say it’s a sensation similar to a sort of imminent doom. It’s like no matter what a person accomplishes in their life, despite whatever heights we reach, we all end up in the ground. We all lead the same lives; the specifics hardly even matter. And as far as the nature of one’s death goes, what do you think of the odds behind a chaotic and violent death? I think that, statistically speaking, most of us are going out as loud as we came in.. I’m not paranoid, I guess I’m just depressed. All these years of meds that don’t work and this is the first time I’ve typed that on here. hmu 4 me 2 bum u out.