f uck this i have chicken pox
i feel a hundred times more miserable
faster than fedex. hehehe facken finally!! thanks kuya. ☺☺☺
seriously craving for oreos right now. i’m not feeling any better and it’s been 6 days since i’ve shut myself off. i haven’t solved any of my issues yet.
and so i made a blog. i think it might help. might. *sighs*
murakami what the hell are you doing to me i fell in love with your characters so much i can’t let them go
my fourth from murakami but it still aches me every time i finish his books. especially kafka. man i have to get on with my life and start reading another. i think i should take a break from murakami for a while, prolly read some parts of a series or what have you.
i’m about to finish this book and i don’t want to but i have to but i don’t want to ugh shit
murakami is getting in my head
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guys you may need this
It’s worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.
GET THIS GUY TO DISNEY WORLD DAMN IT
I want you to go man!
if this was a white girl this would have had the notes 3 weeks ago
People are sending him racist messages telling him it’s not gonna happen and he doesn’t belong in Disney World over this post. So we’re gonna reblog it even more.
To all my followers, please reblog. cosbyykidd imma add this to my queue, we gon’ get yo ass to Disney. lmao
Followers, please note: I am going to reblog this every time it shows up on my dash. EVERY. TIME. I’m gonna tag it #cosbyykidd goes to Disney but I would really encourage you to boost it because why the heck not? We can get him a million five in a matter of DAYS. Make it happen!
how do i manage to say the most positive things to people when i’m not even a positive person myself
i recall having told by a friend that i would suffer from a really difficult mid-life crisis in line with my uncertainties and questions i threw him (or her) that afternoon. i shrugged it off and hoped to god it wouldn’t happen.
but it is always happening, every day. under no specific time span, i wrestle with uncertainties every second of my consciousness, and i doubt it would ever stop. probably all of us naturally undergo this thing, ask these seemingly relevant questions of existence, but in the end will find no answer.
and i think i’m fine with having no answers. every day is a cliffhanger. life would and should stay as a mystery. and so i can leave the questions of purpose and future hanging. no reason to mull over something that can never be solved.