*hears noises at night*: well this is it this is the end for me I had a good life *gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child *heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is *a cop walks by*: here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone *taking a test*: don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing *gets a sunburn*: great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents *tripping over something*: I guess my leg will have to be amputated why did this happen to me
People: writing isn't ART People: digital art isn't ART People: photography isn't ART People: video-making isn't ART People: animation isn't ART People: music isn't ART People: theater isn't ART Me: if I paint the Mona Lisa with your blood would that be ART
Me: omg i love books and tv and movies i have so many favorites Person: oh cool like what Me: *instantly forgets every book, tv, film, play, poem, screenplay, silent movie, musical, text book, spoken word, freaking mime production i've ever seen, listened to, or read*
1/4 part of me: I want to be cute and delicate and have a petite body 1/4 part of me: I want to look smokin' hot and sexy in a bikini and have curves and a f*** you attitude 1/4 part of me: I don't even care man I can totally eat all of that cake watch me 1/4 part of me: I want to murder everyone and laugh as i bathe in their blood
Why do my parents yell at me for not cleaning my room like i could be out doing crystal meth and banging 7 people at once but all i do is run a blog, watch movies, eat food, use the bathroom and ocasionally ask them to drive me somewhere i'm not that hard to care for.
Band member: Hey what can I sign for you? Me: Just this piece of paper please? Band member: Of course *signs* Me: Thanks Band member: Wait, was that an adoption paper? Me: NO BYE Band member: WAIT Me: NO!