Warning: Semi-emoness ahead.
Just got home from seeing Sin City. Loved it. Awesome direction, visually euphoric, and very faithful.
Accidently met up with a girl I adore. Not planned but had a good time nevertheless.
And now, I'm bummed. What the fuck, indeed. Sometimes I feel as if other peoples pain, troubles and turmoils are transferred against my own will. I have nothing to be down about: my friends rock, my family rules, my grades are more than well... And why the fuck am I typing this here? No one reads this shit.
In conclusion: Sin City rules. Don't feel lonely. It sucks.
Just got home from seeing Sin City. Loved it. Awesome direction, visually euphoric, and very faithful.
Accidently met up with a girl I adore. Not planned but had a good time nevertheless.
And now, I'm bummed. What the fuck, indeed. Sometimes I feel as if other peoples pain, troubles and turmoils are transferred against my own will. I have nothing to be down about: my friends rock, my family rules, my grades are more than well... And why the fuck am I typing this here? No one reads this shit.
In conclusion: Sin City rules. Don't feel lonely. It sucks.