Balls

So, here we are.

Markedly obese since the last time I wrote anything on a blogspot. Markedly older too.

So this is 2016. Duhh. The year just began and I'm expecting a massive heartbreak about to punch me right in the face, currently lurking around the corner waiting for the best moment. Balls. Pure balls.

To be honest, I'm not really sure why I'm actually typing all these. Like most things I do, I think I just do them and find the meaning afterwards. Trust me, don't do that. Don't be that. I'm trying not to. Trying not to be me. Emo alert. Shut up. Shuttity up all of you.

Anyways yeah, so blogs. What am I supposed to write in blogs? What I've experienced every day? What I want to do with my life? Should this be like some guide/how to website to teach something? Or must I write essays filled with metaphorical texts targeted at the people in my life so that they can know what's going on in my head even when my head is nowhere near them in a geographical distance? Is that it? Maybe. Don't know. Balls.

Oh well for starters, I'm guess I'm writing this so I'd remember. Since the beginning of the last days of my mandatory schooling days (mandatory schooling days.....I say that like I'm disgusted, I'm not), I've been having trouble remembering what happens. Remembering dates, things I've done, felt, people I met, just almost everything. With that being said, you can flip a coin to whether I'd even remember that I wrote this.

Well so that's that. 2016. A leap year. One extra day to fuck up. Or hopefully, not to.

Yaohh :D