Oh stream of consciousness
like the stream of the Blue Danube
Best waltz everrr. even though it’s OP. haha. GG other composers of the Waltz era. Wait, waht was that era called? it’s like Baroque, Classical, Romantic…and then…Waltz-y people? idk. the time of Strauss and shit.
4 minutes left until i should start trying to study again
gahhhh fuck soc sci
i dont know what the fuck im doing in school
ive never felt so behind in my life
i hate not getting an A
fuck you if you think that’s wrong thinking
but to get anything less than an A just fucking sucks
who the fuck are you to say that a B is good? where the hell did you grow up? I came from le ghetto and i still strive for the best
me. always wanting to be on top
wish i could
but lost cause
lots of things nowadays
DRINK DRINK DRINK
i will write
a drunken stream of consciousness
i am tired of filters
Filters have really not gotten anyone anywhere
white lies are lies nonetheless
the effort in being fake
it’s just too much
it’s been accumulating
so fucking tired
gahhh fuck studying
but i love studying
because it gives me an excuse
to ignore all the fucking annoying people around me
not going to lie
ya’ll are fucking annoying
just leave me alone
80% of the time
time is up
k gonna study udy udy
gahh i love the Blue Danube Waltz so much.
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
lolz yes soo funniez
What are you doing. What are you doing. What have you done.
you’re telling me i can make BLACK SLUDGE THAT TASTES LIKE OREOS!?
PRETEND IT’S LEVIATHAN BLOOD
There are two kinds of people….
I RESENT THAT LEVIATHAN COMMENT SIR/MADAME.
wait for him…
After this, can things please change?