Misanthrope.

What dumbass, single, miserable, lonely, fucktard invented bros before hoes?

A very wise one I am sure. But I, at times, hate the rule. I shall stick to it because it shows good moral fiber. Siiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhh. You may pronounce that how you will.

Do you ever think about how life is nothing coherent. Like really, it isn't. It just a bunch of flashes and images, and things that translate into ideas and feelings. And so many rules that have been made up to govern society. Who made them? Have you ever stopped to wonder why things are the way they are? So many of the rules are pointless. Like think about that space in between dreams and consciousness when nonsensical things are fact. I always think that's where true creativity comes from. That where the truth lies. No made up rules that we didn't agree to. Just the truth of the universe intruding upon your conscious. If we can tune the world out for long enough, make it shut up for just long enough, you can hear it sometimes. You can see the truth that nothing is important. Nothing is what you think it is. That is a different universe locked up inside every person's mind. That everything you think you know is wrong or is just the beginning of some incomprehensible truth. What is life? It's what you make it. What if you didn't follow any of the rules. Barring murder other crimes: why would people care? What right would they have to care? It is so difficult to be yourself simply because the world is not you. And that big fake world out there keeps intruding upon the real one in your head. You can't block it out. But what if. What if I could truly explain my thoughts? If you understand, you do. If not there is no way I can make you understand because it's something so abstract and vast that it cannot be put into words. I am only able catch glimpses of it. And yet, the most disappointing part it that even I'm starting to understand bits of this I doubt that it will have an effect on the way I carry out my life. Maybe. I can't feel the truth in what I'm writing. Maybe I'm not supposed to. That's probably the point. It's too much. If I could feel the truth in this, it would mean that I grasped it all. And in order to do that I would most likely not be of this world.

Tonight, I went out and buried a broken plate with a note.

Seven

I tried to do this last night but my mother came in and reprimanded me for something ridiculous.  So yes...That is why I have been gone for over seven months. Yes, wow it sounds a lot longer when you have to count it out. Its good and bad probably that I have not been here. Even if I had dared come back to this before now I don't know if I would have had the time. Anyway, you have missed what I would consider to be the worst seven months of my life. Here's to hoping that we can round it out to a whole year! Sorry for the cynicism. Apparently it's one of more prevelant character traits. I will not go into all the self-pittying details of this past school year. I will round it up saying that I feel as though I have failed at everything I have attempted. I know I could get all philosophical and say that a true failure is one where you never try in the first place. Well that's very nice for the greek philosophers to say: they're in the history books and revered throughtout history. That sounds like a success if you ask me. So I'm back. Yes. Yes, I am. So here's to hoping that this summer is everything I need it to be. I think I have something like twenty days of school left. So yes... can't come soon enough. And as to the new layout, I figured I wanted to start being happier my layout had to reflect it.