Dreams, dreams. Everything is all about the fucking dream, fucking the dream, being the dream, living the dream. Fucking wake up already.
On a side note, I reckon I’ve spent four digits this month, and it’s only the 9th. I have a confession to make: Depression is an expensive past time. So is being thoughtful. And being bored. -“At least you look fashionably bored?” -“How about no.”
Books are the only way to escape reality, to taste the inner workings of another’s life. We all have only one life to live, but books? Books are the loophole to that. I read, and suddenly I’m the murderer. I’m the victim. I’m that boy. I’m that girl. I’m everyone and no one at the same time. I’m alive.
When in depression, when in doubt, read. Read facts, the news, the paper, the textbook. Information forms the inner tickings of the world and grounds you, nails you to the earth and reminds you of why you’re here. Safety in factual assessments. Obligations to be fulfilled. You can’t go, not yet.
There’s a thousand and one things I need to do. Drop by: SMK Seafield (certificates). Complete: UCAS. Finish: Accounting work. Finish: Economics U2/3?+hw. Call: Maths tutor. Call: Economics tutor. Read: Frank Wood. Ravage: House for F3&F5 results. Talk: Miss C. Talk: R for installment receipt.
ulzzzang: Ray-Ban. ♡
To the airport I go. Vroooooooom! I’ve a hunch that I’ll enjoy swimming in a bikini in my hotel’s pool. I’ll be back some time next week.
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