Summer, Yo.

Mood: yeah
Now Playing: it's not the fall that hurts, the caesars

Everyday it's the same old damn cycle. I wake up and i tell myself that I! Must! Wake! Up! It's weird; I roll of the bed, and then i grab my clock, and then i fumble for my glasses, and then i straighten up. I tell myself that i must do at least 30 push ups, but it ends there- i just tell myself. You don't know how many days i've told that to myself already. Then i climb back up the bed and fall asleep again.

I am so fucking active.

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My dad's coming on the weekend. Wao, i can't fucking wait to be subject to mental self-torture of self-worthlessness and inferiority. Love ya, dad.

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Maybe i should paint my wall. Yes. In singular form. I'm thinking of something artsy fancy.You know, like the stuff you see in hippie museums. Basically i need a brush, paint, primer... do i still need that permacoat shit?

Grah. Naaah. Im better off sleeping.