ilovemikehunt

i'm really tempted to go get some herbals and take myself on a date to see "be cool" at webster place...

it's funny how yesterday was going to be the day i revolutionized my life... it was... i was set... until my friends came along with drugs.
i didn't end up joining the werk out club
i didn't end up going to my second class, in fact, i ended up dropping it instead of going
i didn't stay sober
i didn't werk on my stories
but i did have a good day anyway.

did i mention, I ATE A FUCKING HAMBURGER?
how vegan is that?
it tasted really fucking good too.
but it made me really sick.

i guess i'm trapped in flux right now. i do this... it seems like i'm always torn between two poles; i'm either taking the stance of a hardcore moralist or brutally slaying my inner-moralist. sometimes i take on both positions at the same time.
at this point, i have to wonder where the fuck my morals come from, why i'm hanging onto them, what they're doing for me, and if/how they're hurting me.
this is a point in my life where, yet again, i've begun to question everything...
my mind is pulled in a new direction,
then i have to get to know myself all over again.
in the midst of my existencial dilemma, i'm having difficulty performing my balancing act.
and with that, i'm off to take a break... before i break something by mistake.
i'll ressurect myself another day.
maybe tomorrow.
or the next day.
or the next...

moral procrastination.