Hello.
My name is sean. This is my rant.
THINK THIS BLOG IS EVER GOING TO GET YOU ANSWERS?
GIVE IT UP.
nevertheless I keep it to chronicle my life. Without photos. I can only imagine how puzzled I will be when I re-read my blog.
Ear Candy
Green Day.
F.O.B.
The Script.
Coldplay.
All the above, selectively.
Good sounds with a mild relaxing effect.
How to screw up my day:
Irritating, attention-seeking behaviour
Being a general ass-hole
Upon a star with a gun, I wish:
For me to stop being addicted to
The computer
-Love
-Being happy
And for a less competitive world.
Would be nice, but
Bitch about this excuse of a blog
Mwah<3
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I don't know whether you're overly pessimistic or something. 4 years may not mean anything. and all it'll amount to is a few emails, photos together. Losing contact after a year or two, because everyone else was just a victim of circumstance, no one was actually in the same boat as you. Sucks to be you, half your Facebook friends are people you've never actually met, just added out of interest (or attractiveness). Go wallow in your self pity, I'll never understand you, you disgust me.
Yet I'll can't stop pitying myself and doing nothing. Because I'm just that way. Do nothing, stay within the system, make money that's never going to be used, never live life. Never live my aspirations, my dreams, DON'T HAVE any dreams worth mentioning. Go in with a screw-life, take-what-comes attitude, come out abso-fucking-lutely drained, old, depraved, and hollowed. They want the best of you. Age can't turn you into a sage, unless you're willing to stick that s in front and take it in the rear. Victims of an illusion, the Great Dream. The road to paradise is never easy, and sure as hell can't be so simple, like dominoes in a line. What makes you think you know better, know the way out, think that, "hey, I didn't get to do it, but I sure know that it's the only way you're ever going to reach success." That's like getting a round plaster on a square wound. It's never going to work, it'll only end up in what you think is success.
I won't be happy, but you probably will. Dear you-in-the-future / reader, my aspiration was to become a lung surgeon. It's to just be happy, and learn to find happiness in insecurity.
"go around a time or two, just to waste my time with you."
:foreveralone:
