Hah, teenage angst.

I stopped writing, I stopped drawing, I stopped trying to have deep insights about life. It's a hell of a lot easier to just memorize my drugs and grow up to be a pharmacist making 100k+ by 24. I only hop on tumblr when I'm feeling down, and I only realize how much my life lacks when I start to feel myself fall. Someone show me a good author.

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July 23 2010

Soooo, this is a great book.. but it’s called the book of counted sorrows.. and 112% of them are hopeful or about love. Still good poems but not what I expected. Regardless this is still one of my favorite things that I’ve bought lately.