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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

I don't have friends on Blogspot anymore.





Bitch about this excuse of a blog


Mwah<3
Designer: Retrocarrots
BG Pattern: Henri
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3/19/12
/*apologies for the fragmented sentences. fullstops denote thinking (<5 seconds) this post stems from a lack of motivation and achievement. the only idiot proof sentences in this post are these ones. the rest below is a... I don't know what to call it. diarrhoea of the mind, maybe.
enjoy. doubt you will though. */



jealous. envious. of something that i can't have, shouldn't have, yet want to have.

live by your motto, attempt the stupid, try the impossible. take risks, love life.

but miss that one important thing throughout.



take everyone into account. try to please everyone. try to.
while having self above all. impossible to avoid failure with conflicting traits. yet, the sting of guilt still comes from disappointing people. letting yourself down.

just can't help caring too much. wondering if caring is all just a big mistake, was a big mistake, will never be right. wondering what i've done wrong to deserve this shit i get from everyone.

simply trying over and over to understand.

just to survive. to adapt.

to escape from guilt. run from sorrow. solving the small problems, ignoring the big question.

who am I and what do I live for?

truth: i am my ego. for everyone but myself.


(10:08:00 PM)