(Source: pastofdreams)
Alexander Conway. Eighteen.
I like flowing conversation. I like sarcasm. I like pretty girls who pull ugly faces. I like things that you dislike.
This is the definition of my life.
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themeI like flowing conversation. I like sarcasm. I like pretty girls who pull ugly faces. I like things that you dislike.
This is the definition of my life.
Theme made by Max davis.
Doing an assignment two days late, under the word limit and not reading the book it was on, and then getting a distinction…… OKAYYYYYYYYYY
I am not a rock.
Again it seems I dislike where I am. Almost exactly a year ago I was in this position too. Not enjoying uni, not really enjoying work, not really enjoying people (save a few) and not really enjoying aspects of myself in general.
Why did I not read this book, that I am now required to write 1500 words on. Why am I sitting stagnant, early morning on the day it’s due staring at a blank word document. I swear this always happens. I tell myself that I’ll be better, but I never am.
Social networks are a mess. Girls are a mess. And don’t even get me started on what happens when you mix the two…. Honestly sick of girls running and hiding in a cavern of ignorance when I act interested. I always look for the ones who I like.. and I find them. But when I do they almost always see me as a second option in case generic hot jock faggot doesn’t want a bar of it.
Sick of arrogance, sick of popularity, sick of being unwell and sick of this godawful routine I’m trapped in.
“After all, if growing up is war, then the friends who grew up with you deserve a special respect. The ones who stuck by you shoulder to shoulder in a time when nothing was certain, all life lay ahead, and every road led home.”
