pick, pick .

i’m not a compassionate, loving person. i don’t pretend to be. i don’t like a lot of things. i don’t like a lot of people. i’ve never, throughout my life, seen the best in people. in fact, a lot of the time i sift out bad parts of people who are probably very good. it’s not that i’m a mean spirited person; i was just born to be a critic.

flaws. they’re everywhere. i just can’t ignore them. in myself they’re ever noticable and prevalent. i know they’re there, i try to fix them, if i can’t then too bad. but in other people, errors jump out at me and cannot be overlooked until redeemed. a language fault, a malapropism, a slip in grammar, an error in judgement or just something stupid overall. big red sign glaring overhead.

exasperation .

i am currently debating with myself about whether i should go thrifting. this idea has been greatly influenced by aforementioned lookbook, and also the fact that i am poor (truth) and need more clothes (speculative).

although i have attempted to enter charity stores in the past, i generally walk out within a few minutes. it’s probably all about the mindset, and i figured that if i could break free of the other typical ideals from my background, why can’t i let go of this one?

it all comes down to the power of the brain. or the lack of…

opinions .

i think if most people were able to conduct a survey on what the people around them think about them, they would. i imagine a lot of questions, and a scale of “strongly disagree” all the way to “strongly agree” along with a “further comments” section at the bottom. i imagine the questions would sound something like this-

this person has good taste and style: strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree

this person is too outspoken: strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree

this person is a slut: strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree

now that . . .

soundtrack: ashe watson; u know my name // thoughts: now…

yeah i’m finished. but you know what, it doesn’t feel any different. apart from the fact that i don’t have to study, which i didn’t do that much of, the only difference is that… you know what, there isn’t any. i don’t feel any different at all. maybe it will kick in in a few days.

oh i got a facebook! been wanting to get one for a while since everyone talks about the photos. let’s hope i won’t get addicted, since it’s so addictive apparently. i like my blog more anyways. originally i only joined to see photos, but let’s see where things lead to.