Laying on the floor is always relaxing.
Anyway, besides having an identity crisis at a frail young age (what odds) I'm getting inducted into the National Honor Society Thursday, my Dad and stuff are going to be there I heard. Too bad I don't give two ships about it, sigh. Whatever, time to type stuff I haven't done that in awhile.
I've been handling stress a lot better recently, really the only solution is toughness. Either you wussy out or man up and take the flying buffaloes (I can't believe it spelled like that wut) aimed at you. I still have a lack of an outside social life, but at least I can be perfectly acceptable in public. A lot of everybody likes me and know me to the point were they'll come to me as a familiar face. It helps that I got a Facebook account about two weeks ago, I don't use it much, but that just makes me more in "the groove" or any other purposely lame quote on quotes.
On the topic of identity crisis I won't be sharing this because it's way too embarrassing to put out, more so than anything else I have done, heh.
On the other topic of not caring for the NHS, I really just don't. I'm not sure if my parents worry or anybody else, but I just don't care about anything. This might be horrifying coming from a 16 year-old or is it common for all teenagers? I'm thinking the latter, but I feel my reasons aren't because of a fashion fad/trend, but because I am observant enough to recognize everything around me...I get this feeling inside me that I'm being naive and I probably am, but I find that entertainment is just a means to ignore everything else. I know this is a touchy subject and there is many wild guesses/ideas/whateverthehell. Just thinking about all the possibility overloads my brain, just like trying to imagine just one galaxy down to every last detail, it's not something fathomable. To the point, I don't care for anything, but my problem is that I work really hard for success anyway. If I was afflicted by egoholism I would say this makes a Oscar-worthy film, but I try to be modest as possible, not something a romantic(anti-rational) person like my alias ToonyMan would want to know about.
I'll just chalk it up as a hot-blooded/spirited soul I have in me that won't let go of the last thing he has to care...
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Upon farther thought/reviewing (in less than a minute) this post is borderline happy/sad so let's go with bittersweet?
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