For every minute I spend sitting here, thinking to myself what exactly am I doing with my life, I am growing older. There's nothing I can do about it - I can't be immortal, living forever would be stupid really. Neither can I turn back time and make myself young again. So to enjoy life I must learn to appreciate living.
To be completely honest, I don't think I actually hate life.
I love having mood swings, feeling shit, feeling good, going crazy, getting hyped, stuffing shit up, making it better, telling people I love them and keeping the hate to myself... majority of the time. Having the occasional, 'let's elaborate about that person' talk, the spontaneous 'how is life' talk, and all that other crap thrown at you. It's fun... momentarily, like everything else.
Forever does not exist in my book. Whatever piece of paper there is that is folded can be the book for now. I will get to writing one one day, it'll be probably filled with incoherent thoughts and a whole lot of swearing. That reminds me, I should cut down. Apparently, it's unattractive.
Like I know what attractive is... oh right, it's attractive when you know you want it.
I want a lot of things, it ranges from certain skills, traits to products, and boys.
Boys...
Yeah I'm probably at that age.
