I am in love with "bad" pop music. My use of the internet has conditioned me to ever present instant gratification. I am a victim of my time's pop culture. I am a cliche. It fascinates me. Endlessly. But above all right now I am not in the mood to be in a mood. I haven't been for a while. My jaw hurts almost constantly and the only things important seem to be music, school, work, people, and conversations. One minute at a time. Changing the flow of your surroundings most definitely can change you too.
I don't like talking about myself so much. Yes, I do it all the time. But after a while of not knowing I'm doing it so much, I get so aware and sick of it. I have a job and my own money, I go to a school I'm actually quite lucky to be at, I have a family that deep down loves me, I have the simplest things like a warm home and water. And on top of that I have countless possessions that essentially mean nothing. And yet I don't use this platform that many have come from to do something good or worthwhile or born from passion. I go through life trying to distract myself and I write this very blog one hundred (and counting) times over and over and over.
It'll stop when I not only decide to stop, but actually do it.
