The personal blog of a pop culture addict trying to explore the cosmos.
There has been some items dissapearing from my house in the last month. I thought everyone was crazy. Then weird email statred being sent to me that someone was buying apps on my kindle. I got to my room to look for my kindle. it’s gone. Case and all. it’s probably been gone for months. But still . I know its gone….
I don’t care about the kindle. I used it to read comic books mostly. its the idea that some one I live with is a thief. And will will be caught in the act.
Take a shower
With the same thought.
What the fuck am I doing?
Not in a negative way either.
I’m doing so much in such a small amount of time. I’m suppressing myself. I’m changing into a different beast.
More confident in what he wants.
I don’t care what people think.
I ignore those who stand in my path.
If someone wants to leave my life, then can.
The bridge is burned. Get out. You’re free.
I’m going to have everything. I’m going to be greedy. I’m going to be great. I’m going to be fucking amazing. I’m going to look back on these couple of months and say” you animal. What created you?”
I think the Tarantula wouldn’t bit if I was mad chill. Bees are assholes and have a high chance of killing me