When your plans change. I FUCKING HATE THAT SHIT

Rage. Stupid f ing JetStar changed my flight home. Accept change? No but I have to anyways because it's already been changed for me. Rage.

D L R

It's not about who is right, or who is wrong
It's not about whose weaker, or whose strong
It's not about whose innocent, or whose fault
It ain't really about that kind of thing at all
It's not about who does it, or done it, or did it to whom
Don't matter if the both of you lose
It's really not 'bout nothing, except for me and you.

Breath

Feel like crying but I won't. No use, no point. I'm annoyed, but who gives a f. Just gonna vent out on here.
I'll wake up tomorrow and will be over it.

P.S. I love tumblr.
P.F ing.S. I hate social networks i.e. Face f ing book.

Clowns will eat me.

I hate times like these during the night where I am just laying in bed thinking and thinking. Not being able to sleep so I tire myself by staying up wasting time on my phone, listening to one song on repeat. Thinking about everything. Thinking about you, where you are, what you're up to - mostly when I haven't heard from you all day. I miss you. Reality kind of sucks right now, but eh. I'll just leave my emotions here to rot until I return. Or until someone else finds them. Let's try to attempt this thing called sleep, been laying in bed for 2 hours and still nothing. Ffs.

#October 31st. So far yet so close. Until then I must stay focused.