today I feel really pissed at everything. I’m pretty sure its pms but at the same time I feel so worthless and tired.
There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience. I feel confined, only free to expand myself within boundaries. Project two-five-zero-one Project 2501
For her since im a f****** coward, I admire you. I know its rude to stare but i do. I dont even think you like girls, especially not me, but I think about you, and how you don’t know how to pronounce “consumption” or “irresponsibility”. I don’t know much else about you, except how you’re a grade below mine and that you have english 4th period. I hope you know that you’re beautiful don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
