Blogs make me laugh. I dont know why I even bother writing them.
I just read them back to myself a week later, and I sound like a pretentious up-my-own-arse twat.
Thats probably because I am a pretentious up-my-own-arse twat, but I dont mean to be.
Maybe its a kind of learning process. I look back, and as such learn and become a better person.
Thats what people say, isn't it? Every experience is a good experience. What doesnt kill you makes you stronger.
I dont think so. I think a lot of experiences are purely just to fuck you up. They're unfair, pointless and a waste of time. Sometimes you come out of things a weaker person. I have.
I've became anxious, and questioning myself in things that I would usually just ignorantly rush into, and come out the other side fine.
Now I just guess I'm too wise. But not wise enough.
Life's a bitch ass circle. Why can't I just be as wise a Stephen Fry?
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