Blueprints. It is the best Tumblr app I have found for Windows Phone.
Feels like my Friday nights are just starting to blend together into this massive void of nothingness. Endless amount of data that equate no purpose being streamed into my visual cortex for hours upon hours in what should be the best years of my life. I’m sure there’s people that find comfort in the solidarity. But not I. Regardless of the repugnant outer exterior I feel I am a social mammal like the rest. Sure I’m extremely selective of whom I’d spend that time with. There are very few people I can stand for more than 5 minutes at a time without the need to feel like just going home because I’d be more comfortable in solace. This has been my whole life and it leaves me wonder what I’d have if it wasn’t for the internet as a distraction.
The dozens of people I’ve met on here that have molded my personality due to influence of hearing of places I’d never see or even be near. Most of my dreams are to wake up in another skin suit of sorts. That and the re-occurring nightmare of high school confusions. Fear of failing classes because I can never find the class room in question. The mind gets busy when the body is at rest like a dormant volcano. The pressure mounts against the crust and inevitably implodes onto itself. The anxiety and insecurity can be that volcanic pressure for me.
This is lame and most of all pointless.
I miss you Joe, and I miss the time that we would spend time at the middle of the night just watching movies/tv series in total quiet knowing that we aren’t alone in our world. Miss the feeling of that I know someone else that feel the despair of feeling completely alone and that I am the only one in this world that feels like an outcast. You are my brother not just because we have similar physical similarity because we might have the same character/soul. I love you Joe and keep on the lonely fight that is being different.