Coming home after work to two drunk parents isn't embarrasing...It's just fucking annoying.
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It's hard to grasp the concept that I'm going to die some day. I know that it will happen. But really at this point in my life I can't imagine it.
I think if I died today I'd be angry that I didn't acomplish all that I wanted to. Time is always moving. Like one of those videogames where you can speed up or slow down, but the screen is always being eaten away as you go more and more to the right. All we can do is try to veer our lives in the direction that we want it to go in.......
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I still haven't found out the rules/objective of the game.
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It's hard to grasp the concept that I'm going to die some day. I know that it will happen. But really at this point in my life I can't imagine it.
I think if I died today I'd be angry that I didn't acomplish all that I wanted to. Time is always moving. Like one of those videogames where you can speed up or slow down, but the screen is always being eaten away as you go more and more to the right. All we can do is try to veer our lives in the direction that we want it to go in.......
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I still haven't found out the rules/objective of the game.