This Is My Life.

It’s not witty, or clever, to say you were straight edge, until you turned 18.

If you’re not now, you never were.

So my night consisted of ambulance, police, and preparing to beat the shit out of a 40-something year old.

All is good, though.

To be able to think and live for yourself, are possibly the greatest things you could do. God is simply a crutch for the weak minded, and religion is simply a cult that gives you sense of purpose and belonging. I can not, and will not, respect that.

I hate this feeling

this sunken feeling in my chest, almost like I’m about to be sick. It’s hard to describe.

My legs are killing me right now.

I’m already 6’3, I don’t need to grow anymore. Body, what the hell?

Anonymous asked: 5 of the qualities on your list. Is that enough for you to love me?

Sure, as long as you’re a kind person with whom I’d get along with.

Anonymous asked: Is 5 of 8 enough? :)

I’m sorry, is 5 of 8 enough for what?

Anonymous asked: People do what makes them happy. If bragging about drinking and taking drugs is what they like to do, let them be, the same way they let you be straight edge. ^^

No one lets me be straight edge, I just am. There’s a difference between me and them, though - I don’t talk about being straight edge as if it’s something to boast about. I don’t call anyone a “pussy” who isn’t like me either.

As for letting them be, I’m not pestering them about it, I’m just merely expressing my annoyance towards people who do those things.