licksandlashings

OBVIOUSLY
I have no life...

I have been sitting here.. thinking of silly things.. c'mon you know of such silly things..

Yes! That's it.. life.

What to do, what paths to choose. One can only get fucked up.. for so long.. Sure, you might very well have all the FUCKING time in the world.. but life.. is slowly... (ever so slowly) passing you (by?).. you are getting old.. and by that time.. your life will have meant nothing.. everyone around you will also be dead..

OH MY! Sorry for that.. just turning another year older at the end of this month.. I believe I am thinking a bit too much about it.

So the point of life is to be happy.. right?
Usually the answer is yes. And it is yes for this very moment as well.

My point is that I don't necessarily know what makes me happy.. By age [enter age here] I will probably choose to 'settle down', have a family, have kids..

What I have been programmed to do..
Wait.. what? What's that? Should I help someone else.. instead of helping myself?
Or is it.. better myself to better the world??
Become something to 'help' the world?

Countless, numerous decisions and paths. . . .

But honestly.. between you and me.. I'm too young.. too niave.. too [enter something here] to know WHAT THE FUCK I want to do with my life. Why do I have to choose now?
What? Choose whateverthefuck I want now.. and I can change my mind later?

SO basically.. basically I am just wasting my time.. occuping my time.. finding 'things' ( not necessarily materialistic objects) to make myself . . . happy..
To.. make myself be pleased...

[bitch.bitch.bitch]

You didn't have to read that.. you could have stopped reading, and watched some porn or something, jacked OFF, and continued to go on with your pathetic life.. Oh sorry.. again.. I do that a lot, excuse me..

Either way.. this is just another one of my random journal entries..

In all honesty, I just wish I had someone to talk to about.. life..
I don't want to talk about who you fucked the other day.. how fucked up you got at some party.. because ( we all know), I don't really care about you...
I just want to talk about 'life' (yes, even if there is no point, and I am going to die anyway -in the end).

. . . . . too hard to ask for..?
... I thought so . . .