I am sitting in my bed room listening to music by random angry teenagers who classify screaming really loud into a microphone as art. I have little to no idea why; I don’t even like scream “music”, but it gave me something to do I suppose.
I do not feel like writing on any particular topic. I rather fancy talking about a series of thoughts that have little to no correlation between them. I’ve learned in my A.P. Language and Composition class that all the famous authors /philosophers / crazy people (who run off to live in the woods to because hermits, think about life and the world, and chase animals of the avian variety) do it. So, why can’t I, good sir? Why can’t I?
Sometimes I like to imagine myself into my favorite stories/movies/TV show/video games/etc. I guesstimate that I do this because I cannot truly identify with the actual characters like author/screen writers/producers/etc. intend for one to. Well, I guess some people would say that’s a good thing; That that means I am truly a unique individual, but doesn’t that I also mean I cannot truly empathize with the average emotion spectrum of humanity. Though, that might not be a bad thing; it seems like a major drag…Or, at least that’s what I’ve seen in movies.
Asked by thegreenriverkiller-deactivated
dito dude :p
Asked by seemslikeforeverago-deactivated
noooooo issue deary