thoughts…
Alright, anyway, I’ve realized people think in ways that I’ve never thought possible and I now realize everyone I know is more different from me then I thought they were. We don’t really compare ourselves to others and maybe it’s better that way, but it’s annoying when you draw for the hell of it and there’s this chick that comes out of the blue and starts playing the piano to show that she “hAs tAlentt TOOOO!! HAH!” or you’re just staring into space and not really into anything and this other chick is talking to a shitload of people acting as if you’re absorbed into her popularity, or, just, I don’t know. It’s personality, you know? Some of us are melodramatic fools who take everything too seriously and others, haughty, opinion-changing hicks, or potheads living-for-the-moment assholes, or perverted, progay activists. People don’t fucking change. Some don’t need to, but it’s an interesting thought. Maybe for a little, you THINK the annoying dispositions do, but then it’s like, “ohp, no, guess they still don’t realize they’re a bitch” we all have different lives and some people are miles and miles away from others. Popular, talented, hyper but underneath, struggling for survival, or a complete ho, super chill that social climbs and has no sense of judgement? This is it, guys. It’s all programmed into our heads. with us almost not knowing it. character is fate. can’t pretend to be who you want to be.
I’m miles and miles and miles and miles and miles away….
