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Don’t you find it ridiculous how your mood changes when you look at photo’s of your favorite fictional couple’s. 

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and then sad, when you realize they don’t get their happy ending

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#gossand then happy again 

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I don’t have word to describe this scene 

my second attempt at blogging

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.

My first blog

I’m new to blogging, i really don’t know where to start, how to start or even why i’m starting at all.

I probably just have to have the illusion that i’m sharing my “pain” with someone, which i’m probably not even doing, this blog is going to be lost in the vast sea of uninteresting internet blogs. 

I’m a middle classed 20-year-old girl who can’t seem to figure out the meaning of life, you know what is the point of all this blackness and suffering? 

Well if somebody is reading this I advise you to stop reading now because as you may have gathered from the the last sentence, i’m a stereotype, and a boring one at that.

I can’t seem to sleep, i just cry all night because of my horrendous and useless life. I do nothing with my life, i’m smart but always seem to flake out of school because of overwhelming fear of failure, i’m of my anti-depressants because i find that they remove every creative fiber from my body, i can’t seem to do anything when i’m not taking them so i’m like a walking body, a zombie if i might.

I put things of because i fear bad results and always end up having way to much to do and i never do any of it, the stress and pressure is killing me and every day it just gets worse, nothing gives me any sense of relief anymore, my friends used to be my best source of relief. 

My friends, they are great people, i love them to death but i also hate them.  I hate them for continuing with their successful and prosperous (and i use the word prosperous because they can’t seem to stop having babies) life’s while i’m stuck in a rut which i can’t seem to see a way out of.

So now my first blog is finished.
that was horrifyingly bad wasn’t it? 
Unoriginal anonymous cry-baby blog.
Well maybe you will get another bad blog from me some other sleepless night.