Also.

My love life is unusually uneventful lately and I am very stressed about school and growing up and trying to get into a university and if I'm really cut out to be a doctor or if I'm just one of those people who sets their goals way too high and if I'll even be any good at it or if I'll just end up killing a bunch of people and having to go to jail for criminal negligence.

But yeah, shit's pretty sweet too.

"There's love if you want it, don't sound like no sonnet, my love"

Absence

If you're wondering why I have been neglecting this blog, then wonder no more; that curiosity that has just been eating away at you over the past few days shall soon be quelled.

(Ah, online sarcasm... is there really anything greater?)

My absence may be explained by a very simple observation. Whenever there is a noticeable lack of tragedy in my life, there is a noticeable atmosphere of boredom. Well that's not entirely true, the lack of tragedy also has to coincide with a severe lack of anything interesting.

It saddens me that my life should require someone to fuck me over in order to be interesting. It saddens me more that more often than not, it is I who does the fucking over and am also the one being fucked over in the process. 

I really shouldn't let my pitiful, melodramatic teen angst get me down, so I'll leave before it does.