I’m really astonished at how fast time goes by as I play Skyrim.

I end up doing 3-4 hour sessions.

Skyrim is my new boyfriend.

Whenever I try to give people advice about stuff, I don’t feel like I do a very good job. I don’t help them throw their pity party, I try to motivate them to make themselves better and usually they don’t pay attention and go to someone else who will be like “oh poor babbuu cry into my shoulder”. I try to help by giving people ways to stop feeling so shit and stop being so shit and I’m honest and fuckssake I’m done. 

PROTIP: LIFE ISN’T THAT HARD WHERE I LIVE. STOP FUCKING SOBBING AND GET BACK TO WORK.

Yes, your individual situation sucks, but if you’re fucking unhappy then make your own damn self happy. You’re the only one who can and you are the one responsible for your own damn life. It’s like the easiest fucking concept in the world. At the end of the day, all you have is you. If you don’t like who you are then your whole life is fucked. Learn to love and better yourself, then work on your other problems, cause as far as I’m concerned, your problems are not my problems. I have plenty of those on my own without your damn help.

Am I the only one on the internet who doesn’t find it funny when people make total asses of themselves? I mean fuckssake.

I love it when my parents call my phone, asking where I am,

when I’ve been home for hours.

Realization

When I miss people I write about them.

Just long rambles about the little things that make them who they are. 

I had some awesome dreams last night.

First I was at this cool place that didn’t make any sense with Draves and some other bro I didn’t recognize.

Then I was in this big hotel type place with Dj and Draves and some kids I was never bros with.

We had wicked awesome fun

And everything was radical like in a 90’s cartoon.

So why the fuck is everyone calling each other peasant now?

I just

I really don’t get it.