"Musings of a Slowly Rotting Mind"
Here it is. I made it. There were many times when I thought I wasn’t going to make it. To this day or any other. But here it is. Today is graduation. In less than 12 hours, I will be a high school graduate.
To no longer being tied to this shit hole.
Looking back on my high school career, I’d like to say that I have more accurately named math courses here
Algebra 1 - Shits & Giggles 101
Geometry - Shits & Giggles 200
Algebra 2 - More Shits, Less Giggles
Precalculus & Trigonometry - Shits, Not Really Giggles
Calculus - Shits, Just Shits
The Curse of Curves - Cute Is What We Aim For
(Source: tao-isms, via neverstray)
I think after I told him more about myself, he is starting to actually pay attention to my leg. I wonder if he knows what it is. I sure hope not
What the actual fuck?
I don’t give a shit about any of this but b/c people want me to have “fun” my life gets so much shittier. No one is using their brain and I have to suffer because of it. I hate people and their shit.
raeuve: I like myself; that's enough: get high
getting high has a meaning,
or, at least it had.
a moment to chill, relax, ponder, freak the fuck out, and then laugh about it cause it’s all temporary.
you reach a point in which getting high is all you do,
and then you wonder what have you been doing all this time?
the key is…
