Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Picture 3: A picture of the cast from your favorite show



They are so attracters. ♥

Picture 2: A picture of a person you have been closest with the longest



Bahahaha.
She's been Lulu on my phone since Grade 5, but been friends since Grade 4. That's freakin' 2003.
So much love right there. ^^

PIcture 1: A picture of yourself with ten facts



Facts:

  1. My dad is a kiwi, but the posh kind.
  2. I've only ever had one real boyfriend.
  3. I plan on doing art for the rest of my life.
  4. My favourite colour is green.
  5. I wouldn't change one moment in my life, other then the times I've been caught.
  6. I desperately want to be able to go to church.
  7. Honestly I feel the only thing I've learnt from my parents is what people to avoid.
  8. I'm a different person here in the city.
  9. I write down the thoughts I want to remember.
  10. This blog phase has lasted nearly 3 years.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Uncensored.

My parents aren't broken in. Mum doesn't let me go out, like legit. My curfew is 7pm.

How do you break it to your mum that you've already grown up? That she can't think you know nothing anymore, because fuck, you're starting to run this world. It's a touchy subject right? Wait till I tell Dad..

We're the retards running the next world. I love how you don't want to expose us to anything, because now we literally are retarded. Cheers.

Bro.

Too obsessed with what used to be. Obsessed with what should be right now, obsessed with art, obsessed with tumblr, facebook, laughing, work.
I'm working every second morning from 6am, then I kick it to school for a 9:00 start. I love work. I love grown-ups and laughing like an actual person, not a teenager.
I love love love sitting with the boys at lunch now. I love that we don't get invited to any gay shit and that we don't even talk to the gay people that sit on the grass. I love E. I love love those South Africans. And Marshy has been my favourite forever.
I love all of my classes and all of my teachers, and yet I'm totally freaking out.

It's like, every day of my life is sick, but the whole picture is inadequate. I wish I had lower expectations, but I wish more that I could fulfill my expectations.
I want to do well just because I know its possible. I want to have a sick life because I know it's not going to be that long before I die. It's such a paradox.


Legit, I'm upside down, but I look so strong with it all. If I could just not think about things so much..

Charles.