isuckatbeingahuman.

I wish I knew how to keep up with blogging. I suck at staying on an honest routine, but I guess that's something I'll have to work on. Spontaneity has always been the lifestyle I yearned after, so it's no surprise to me that I so simply disregard the aspect of myself that lives by routine, that without routine would be a mess and die. I guess it might have passed away from me already, left to find someone who will pay much more attention to it. Quite frankly, I just don't have the time or the exciting life to continuously blog everyday. I'm really hoping to change that. I really want to keep up with this habit and make it worthwhile for you, the readers, who I question why you even want to read my odd and queer thoughts, and for myself.

 

There's nothing like keeping a hipster diary.

Young Love

So, how many of you can relate to falling into a deep like with someone, then they play you, and you're left heartbroken and alone? Oh, all of you. Cool, cool. So I'm not alone that means. So, how many of you have never gotten over this heartbreak and you're still ticked off about it? Oh, there's a fewer amount of you.

Well, you see... I get into these weird moods when I think about how he screwed me over. The "I promise that I'm not playing you, you're not a rebound... I really like you" routine really kept me there this entire time. And his, "Well, my ex might want to get back... I'm so conflicted" conversations with me. It just wasn't fair. He was the first guy I... dare I say "love"?... I cared for a lot.. And he screwed me over.

 

At least he was honest.