Life is a rolling ocean

My Friday night consists of sitting home, doing peoples french projects for them and waiting for starbucks to call me and tell me I have my job back. Hi pathetic, meet life. 

I hope you’d understand that this is just an attempt to pull my head out of the sand. It’s not like it all disappeared, I just hide it now.

I have all these canvas’ laying around, and I want to sell them because I think maybe people would like my shitty art work, but I’m afraid to let them go. 

My life this weekend will be simple.

Smoke a joint.

Listen to A Tribe Called Quest.

Feel like I’m in love.

Repeat.

(Source: toochilltochill)

Often times, people throw away a good thing, and end up getting slighted by that decision. It’s curious how people manage to not learn from mistakes. 

“I wanted you to read something from me one last time, I don’t really mind that it’ll be meaningless. I don’t really mind that it’s pathetic. 

It’s a shame no one writes these long handed letters anymore. But I suppose no one really wants too. It was difficult enough thinking about where I should start. There’s only one thing that came to mind when I was writing this though. 

That’s the moon. 

Partially because every time from then until now, when I saw the moon, I thought “What if she’s staring at that very same moon, thinking about me just the same.” 

Tragically pathetic, like I said. 

It’s also partially because of where the moon’s going. 

You see, the moon’s been drifting away from the earth. Earth on the other hand, has been moving towards the sun. Off to bigger and better things, almost quite literally. 

The moon used to pull the tides, and that’s the saddest part. 

Isn’t it romantic though? The moon and the earth, the stars, and and all that beautiful space in between? 

I’m glad you’re going to be happy, it brings that old bitter sweet grin to my face, where it belongs. 

Cherish memories. Lament heartbreak. 

Sincerely, or at least truthfully, 

Andrew.”

So, I decided to cut my nails tonight. Now most of them look like Natalie Portman’s in Black Swan. And by that I mean I’ve cut about half of each my finger nail off. Oh well, guess I can’t scratch myself anymore.