Zach.
Say I’m lonely but that’s not the problem. I can be in the middle of a party and still be alone.
I have serious shit I need to take care of before college.
I need a self-venerating, self-sustaining, self-confident state of mind.
It may just be ennui, but we’ll see.
These things come and go, but fuck it.
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(Source: boxedmind, via gotmyprioritiesincheck)
Yes to life.
2012 is the year of my future.
No more lies, no more bullshit.
No more pretending to do shit I don’t want to do. No more living a self-destructive, noncommittal, piece of bullshit life.
2012 I go to college. I will be a different person when I step on that campus in the fall.
I will be the best possible version of myself in the best possible of worlds.
And that’s my new years resolution as late as it may seem.
I will do everything I’ve ever been putting off.
Goodbye tumblr, it’s been nice but I have a future ahead of me.
“It’s really sort of a sore spot because we live in what I call an age of conformity, where you have to travel with the herd. If you don’t travel with the herd and if you don’t say yes to that little man who’s leading the pack, you’re branded as a rebel. I am trying desperately - I hope - to be an individual. I think there’s quite a bit of difference. Actually, I can’t stand them, they drive me out of my mind. The rebels. I see them at parties and they sit in corners looking terrible sensitive and introverted, and yet my feeling is they’re just as mediocre as the people they despise who are the conformists. Their answers are always pre-determined, the rebel always has to say no to everything society asks of him just as the conformist always has to say yes.” - Paul Newman, on being labelled a rebel
(Source: twelvevacancies, via loveyourchaos)
