I think I can rap the entire chiddy bang opposite of adults. I just need more lung capacity lol. Once all I wanted to be was avante garde, but you can't make conversation that way. I think I'm going back to basics. The four chords song, then bohemian rhapsody.
All I have to vent is angst and pointless teenagerdom. I should get a diary. I refuse, REFUSE to start posting up pictures of clouds and silhouettes with quotes like "I just don't know how I feel anymore". Oath. Slipped back into my routine of blogging whenever I'm in the deep void of cannot-be-fucked.
Heres a quote: "Too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like." Will Smith.
True story. Ending song: Open Happiness, the korean version.
gg
