Don’t you find it ridiculous how your mood changes when you look at photo’s of your favorite fictional couple’s.
and then sad, when you realize they don’t get their happy ending
#gossand then happy again
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I don’t have word to describe this scene
My father, Dave Robert Shepard Sr., died on either December 30th or December 31st, depending on what time zone you were in. I received the call on the 30th at 11:30PM in Los Angeles, but the caller, positioned in Detroit, was two hours deep into the 31st. He was dead at 62 years old. Small cell…
Cogito ergo sum.
I think, therefore i am.
That statement by Descartes says that all thought is knowledge.
doesn’t matter if it’s false or just a figment of your imagination, every thought matters, every thought has value, every person has a value.
This is me trying to convince myself that my life has value, that there is a point of all this hassle and endless battles for peace of mind, am i convincing you? because i’m sure as hell not convincing me.
Therapists, psychiatrists and psychologists tell us to write down what we feel, it allegedly helps us process our emotions, but i can’t keep a diary, but still i can’t seem to blog. A diary is to private and a blog is to public, I just really don’t want to write down my feelings, why waste my time?
So what did i talk about in my last blog? my obsession with procrastination? Yeah i think that’s right, what do people want to read about in blogs.
I am currently reading the Hobbit for the first time, i like celebrating with the dwarfs about the Great Goblins demise. I am watching almost every single TV show on … well … TV. I play the song Asleep by the Smiths all day long.
That didn’t count as me sharing my feelings? Well one day at a time.
Well if anyone is actually reading this, i highly recommend that you find your self something better to read and listen to this song.
