Fuck.


I fucking hate exam time. I hate it not only because it’s a stressful period, but because it keeps reminding me about how much of a fucking under achiever I am. I put in the work, write a mountain of notes, verbally revising the material to myself as I walk around the house, and for what? It amounted to fuck all in the end.

It’s so funny though, now that I think about it. I waltzed into that motherfucker ready to kill it. I was confident, striding into...

the wonders of technology huh? things like Facebook and MySpace giving you the power to rehash the friends of the past - the people who essentially disappeared from your life...

one night i impulsively typed up a few names from primary school (elementary for the US), which was so many years ago that it feels like a lifetime. young, fresh faced and just high on life, i made a number of friends, fell victim to the taunts of bullies, and the usual happenings of primary school life. Ive...

this whole "maturity" thing is a funny business. what the fuck does it actually mean? it's not something that people usually think about at 1 am, but someone recently put forth the idea that i was "way more mature" than the last time i spoke to them. initially i didnt know how the fuck to receive something like that. was it a compliment? was it an insult? or was it another way of saying im sexy? what the fuck was it? seeking assurance, i probed the girl and found that she meant...