“God,”
*furrows eyebrows*
Although im tired i still feel the need to write some more
*Soft jazz reverbs through the head phones*
“I need a glass of water”
“And the damn neighbours are up”
I didnt mean to be so ridiculous.
*Gets up to get a glass of water*
---------------------------------------------------
Ok, so these couple of day’s have been gruelling, and i have not freaking studied for my exams which is on in around a week.
I almost give a shit, and then there are times when i couldn’t care less. I hope will get my f*cking act together however.
I’ve also been doing very well with the chores i’ve been forced to do. At times, i voluantarily enact. But all is not well. I just cant stop and think how much i really just want to stop doing things. Although i have been soldiering on i still feel a bit sandbagged.
I dont care about your fairytales about guys being so perfect. We’ve all got fucking dicks. So there. Dont go about your sanctity of clear skinned, baby faced boys. Although i have vowed to become a perfect boyfriend, i do know the limits. I may know its impossible, but i try.
I cant be slim and handsome if i want to be strong and protective. I cant be smart and calculative as well as be cool and badass.
Instead im going to become all of these. And force these conflicting identities to work. And whatever doesnt suit, ill just toss aside. Ill take whatever lemons i get and make lemonade.
Not a freaking cake
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