Dathomirian Musician
Tumblr, the current host body of my thoughts allows me to get my “nerd” on in more ways imagined than facebook or twitter. Being categorized makes me realize people actually acknowledge me, yet upon acknowledging me they have yet to even understand me. That pisses me off more than my father could, how the fuck can you place something, no not something, SOMEONE in a category when you will admittedly say you don’t understand them, their thought process, or their way of living? I could almost say I have been pushed to regret this 3 year voyage when I made music to fit in, I make music to stand out. You probably have no idea what I even mean, and as of you not being the reader but a reader.
People make me sick, love makes me sick, hate makes me sick, and all of those little fucking smiles make me sick. The illness that I’m diagnosed with is that of life. I love being sick, but if I’m sick why the fuck do I still have to go to school? Answer that question Mom (Mother Earth). I do realize it seems as if I’m blaming Mother Earth for the punishment public school systems have had on us, I’m blaming every little virus who walks this Earth without thinking on their own. If you can think on your own, you can be successful. If you can’t, you were just another fail of school’s trial, I wish you the best. My skull is caving in with health (get it) at the moment, I must go. *falls out of chair into immediate slumber*
~-~/waldo finster/~-~
