So a hot chick enters a comic book store and buys 6 Hellboy comics. There’s no punch line here, just what happened this past Thursday. I am so overly-confident in mysself that it makes me self-concious. I stared at full-length mirrors in expensive and amazing clothing and denied myself from acepting my beauty. So I bought very little and still found spending money on myself a discusting thing. It’s not that I’m frugal or wanting to save money, it’s just I can’t find any reason to give myself anything. I haven’t exactly earned anything lately. I’ve been lazy in school, in yearbook, at home, at work too. I’ve been slowly seperating myself from my friends and family and most importantly, myself. I’m ignoring the thing I once loved to do; write. Filling this white box is a struggle and I have run out of witty things to say.
I used to play the Keyboard
Now I only play the microwave.