it's so tiring to be so hopeful and bright and absolute like everything's going to be okay
it's shitty even more when you think that you've been that hopeful, that bright, that absolute, and everything's still not okay
i should just become a hermit, live in the urals, build a yurt
i even changed my layout because i'm an effin' beamin' jivin' optimist.
i'm not
not an optimist
i'm probably a barbaric pessimistic chav
a viking too in that context
or maybe a john-galliano-meets-street-urchins aggressive bitch
me me me me
my future abode (this yurt looks too dreamy and idealistic though. i'd have one that looks like it stinks, and have creepy spiders and spooky eye balls inside and rusty guillotines too)
i am quite morbid, no?
