Something is wrong; that's quite evident to me and I'm not one bit (0 and 1) happy about it. My finger's itching to point around and about but in the end, it points straight at the mirror. It's true that in life, ya can't blame anyone else but yourself for most of the time and it is also true that in life, everybody expects you to please them one way or the other which leads to the next truth that you just.. can't.. please.. everyone.
it's like attempting to actually understand this magazine
I also understand that as time pass, as we gain more knowledge, as we age and gain new experiences, things will get more and more complex and issues become more and more complicated. With that, I often reminisce on the old times I had, the past experience I enjoyed and the emotions I felt, and most of them all - the things I've seen, some of which can never be compared nor fully understood.
all is once in a lifetime
So with that, I shall end this little post with a few random pictures from my /b/ folder, the PG-18 ones of course. Any further and I would be interrogated by pastor and hung upside down over a bunch of adorably deadly hamsters.
who da'ya call? ghost busters~! *cue theme song*
in short, orange got pwnt
deadliest weapon in known universe
indeed no one does
I feel like crap for feeling not content. Nite peeps~
p.s. i'll get over it.. somehow