Co-worker: *mentions what happened, saying it’s “another one gone”*
Me: Linkin Park was such a huge part of my teenage years, I was so shocked and sad when I heard what happened.
Co-worker: it’s just a guy, you didn’t know him.
Me: yeah but I mean, you know when you’re a “misunderstood” teenager and you’re obsessed with a band, it feels like they’re your best friends, saying exactly the words you want to hear. They become part of who you were growing up.
Co-worker: you’re weird.

Ten years ago we were going on holiday to my grandmother’s and my sister was downloading Live in Texas from torrent and she was so annoyed that it was so slow but once it downloaded that’s what our whole summer was about. I remember being on the beach under this big tree and my family was in the lake and I was listening to Nobody’s Listening and Hit the Floor and they were my Shit, and I made this shitty music video for Hands Held High, and I just have the whole world in my head, how it felt to be back then and anyway, a lot sure has changed since ten years ago.

I feel so petty all the time when able bodied people around me are in pain and get coddled and pitied and given care and sympathy but people roll their eyes when they ask me what’s wrong with me and I say I’m in pain because “you’re always in pain” like I know I can’t be given sympathy 100% of the time but I still feel so jealous of when able bodied people get it.

I decided to go to this office kickback next Friday cause I haven’t been to the last two and I really have no excuses this time so… ehh… but I’ll only stay a few hours and stick to the one person in this office I’m pals with x) And maybe my ride there, I’ll definitely have to stick to my ride there cause I trust she’ll drive me home too x)

So is there Read More on mobile? I somehow remember that it doesn’t work on mobile but I just tried it and it does? I want to post all m’finished novels on f-oolsbeloud.tumblr.com and not have separate blogs for all of them but I’m afraid to umm well lose literally all of my followers when I post about eighty chapters of stories so what’s the truth?

You know those weird American things where you dump your food in a sink and it swallows it or whatever? And then in movies there’s always that scene where someone’s hand or scarf or hair gets caught in it and they die cause they can’t reach the off switch?

WHO WOULDNT

PUT THE OFF SWITCH

IN A PLACE

WHERE YOU CAN REACH IT IF YOU GET CAUGHT IN THE THING?