2 days ago
2,6,10,12,21,22,23,48. For 48, list how many, because everyone misses someone.
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?
Ha, why do you wanna know anon. Well, it’s a light blue but the rim lace is a darker blue. It’s pretty comfy.
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
Omg, I loved the names of the crayola crayons. I would be Robin Egg Blue… OR plum.
10. Do you have a significant other?
ppft, I read this in my old English teacher’s voice. Mr. Rosenberg who always called his girlfriend his significant other. We all thought he was gay because we didn’t know if this significant other was a girl or a boy but wanted to keep it private. But she’s actually hot damn beautiful. But no. I don’t. Nor do I plan on it for a while. Really. People don’t wanna take a leap of faith. //COUGHS LOUDLY ERIK.// I mean.. I’m a cool person, once you get past all my necrotic behaviors.
Heck yes. I gats 4 youngah bros. And 2 sistahs and one of teh way in a few moths. I’ve got one older brother who is a DJ and lives in LA. He’s chill.
21. Favorite Day of the Year?
This is a silly question. So far everyday of this year.. 2013. Has been really weird or boring or quiet. hmm. Yeah, I didn’t have a favorite day.
22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
THIS STRUGGLE IS REAL. If I like someone, chance are I won’t take the initiative because I’d screw it up. I have a bad stutter when I get flustered. This is true. IF I REALLY like you, I’d drop hints but I don’t think I could. I mean, I’m not saying I won’t ever, but right now, I’ve never been the one to ask anyone out. This was a good question.
23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?
No, but maybe next year I will be able to.
48. oh okay. You wanna list huh?
Yeah let’s see. I miss my grandmother still. She was an incredible part of who I was. I miss a lot of old friends, and I regret never being able to hang out with them as much, but now that’s it’s too late, I dislike dwelling on it. I can’t stay in the past, or my future will be my past. I’m content with loneliness, as I have been for a while. It can be sort of depressing, but I try to never let it get to me.
I miss the idea of a mom sometimes. I don’t miss my mum, but I miss saying “Mom”. When I hear that word, it’s empty. It’s weird.
I miss the old days more than the people. I need friends, I need help. But we can’t always have what we want in life, now can we?
Going to shows alone, eating alone, texting people till I fall asleep is all gone now. But I only have myself to blame. Maybe someday anon, someday I can be forgiven for being such the stubborn and exhausting brute I am.
It’s been pretty real, anon. Stay golden.
50 SHADES OF I'M FUCKING BORED