Tuesday, May 31, 2011

This ones not gonna have pictures in it because im sad and things.

Hey. Internet and internet like people.

There comes a time, in every kid that pretends to be all artistic and cool and different because no one accepts his differences because hes a FUCKING WEIRDO's life in which he has a complete emotional crash and turns into a total downer because the entire weight of the world is on his shoulders and the doubters are dragging him down.

This is otherwise known as a rut.

It could also be soulbinding depression, and heartcrushing angst and lament.

Why am I so sad, internet? I thought this blog would make me happy, would make me feel as if i were accomplishing something. But all tis done is just added more shit on my shit pile but instead of easy to ignore teachers and parents getting on my case, its my conscience. Theres a little goblin in my stomach, pulling strings whenever i do something he doesnt like. hes my conscience. and whenever i decide that something academic replaces my blog, he yanks on dem cords like its goin out of style.

What is wrong here?

What am I doing?


See, what ends up happening is, i get sad, and i hold it all back because i know for a fact that nobody gives a shit, and instead of actually caring they just bugger off because theyre happy and theyd rather keep it that way.

Bawwwwwwwwwwwww. Get the fuck over it, Joey.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Concerta (Reprise)

Well... I.. I dont even know where to start here. A lot haAlign Lefts happened and only now am I deciphering it into a way I can understand.
First thing's first. Math. How did I do? Well, I tried my hardest to study, but the material just made no fucking sense. I rolled out with a fifty seven per cent average, meh, I'm still passing.
Now I know what's on all of your minds: Joey, did your meds aid you in any way?
To be honest, I've been wondering the same thing.
My only real answer is Who the hell cares? This issue has been beaten to death for me, and honestly I could care less. ALTHOUGH there was one time I took too much of my medication on the day of a performance and I forgot what was happening so I sat down in the middle of the stage, but more on that later.
The questions have been building up in my mind like a shit brick house around my brain. The most prevalent one being a product of these current events all leading up to one conclusion: I am growing out if my ADHD. Does this mean I dont need my medication anymore? Could this mean... No... It cant be...

This feels so odd, like a chapter of my life, my drug-ridden childhood, is quickly drawing to an abrupt close...

...Wait a minute...
This is the internet. Who the hell cares?