“liberty……you worry about what could have been and look back at what once was your enviroment…..you need to focus on whats happping around yoou now”—David is sounding like a fucking fortune cookie right now.
I have stumbled upon livejournal again … It’s been just about 2 years since I wrote in here …
My writing … OH GOD. I was such a little snot (or at least more so than now.) There was so much self-righteousness in every single post - like I’m fucking enlightened or something. I ranted about politics and the economy and terrorists and charity - and oh my, basically all the subjects I did not have any knowledge on and still don’t know shit about. And oh my gosh, the posts where I act like I’m so broken, like my life has dealt me such a bad hand. I want to go back in time and slap myself.
Hoarder that I am, it’s all now archived on my hard drive. AND NOW … delete. delete. delete. DELETE.
Guillermo fucked them up when he decided to sit on my lap. I should have handed him a nutrition facts menu. But I will never see you again, Guillermy (I claim that as my nickname.) So I was polite and embraced your lap-sitting as my legs slowly were crushed under your weight.
Also, I am the worst bowler I have yet to come across. Go me. Winning is for winners. Being average is for everyone else. And then there’s me. Being horrible is for trolls. I like it.
Now to wait in anticipation for this year’s debate season and dread it all the same. It’s going to be strangely different. And that will be awful. And yet, it will be anew and wonderful with revelations of how everyone has only become more enlightened, despite being marred by the differences we didn’t choose.
It will be like the world after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 was released. Yes. I like that analogy.
That fatal moment where you realize you were suppose to call up your grandpa yesterday and wish him Happy Birthday, but you didn’t and it’s too late to call him today because he’s already asleep and you’re just waiting for your dad to find out and blow up at you. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. I don’t know what to do.