[[MORE]]I suppose some would say that this is an opportunity to reinvent myself or to start fresh. To become a new person; the person that I’ve always wanted to be. The outgoing, social fellow at parties. The one people actually invite places. A whole new me. But at the same time I want to preserve myself. I don’t want a single thing to change. When we first started out, she told me...
I Wanted to Write
I wanted to write about my life right now. About my situation with my girlfriend and the problems that I’ve caused. I wanted to write about how the only thing I seem to be capable of doing lately is hurting people. I wanted to write about how I ruined myself. About how I pretty much became the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t become.[[MORE]] I keep breaking promises. I promise...
Just Think About Sports
One of the worst things about being a guy is the fact that it’s no mystery when we’re aroused. Obviously, it is possible to conceal this issue when it arrises sometimes, but other times there’s no hope. The only thing worse than being unable to hide it when you’re actually aroused, is when it’s a surprise visit for no reason. On the last day of school a couple years...
A lot of times I just feel like a blob fish.
[[MORE]]When I get hungry, if I don’t eat within a certain amount of time from when the hunger starts, I won’t eat until the next hunger time interval. When I was in middle school, I wasn’t exactly what one might call thin. I was a chubby little preteen. I would look around at all the other kids in the locker room and they had the bodies of 12 year old demigods. I wanted to be...
Earlier today I started writing a post about the friend zone. It was going pretty well until something hit me. It was like a massive wave that made me unbelievable lethargic. I was completely unmotivated to finish, or do anything for that matter. This happens to me quite a lot, I find. The problem isn’t exactly the lack of motivation but rather what’s causing it. And my problem, of...
My Never-ending Ailment
I think at this point it’s become pretty obvious that I have low self esteem. Don’t look good enough, not outspoken, not manly enough; that sort of thing. I also have no talents. I can’t sing, dance, play a sport, play an instrument, or write (if you think differently, message me and I’ll send you the phone number to the nearest mental hospital). I have come to terms with...
I often see girls on tumblr complaining and being sad because they think they will never look like the “attractive” girls they see on tumblr. They complain about not being skinny or being flat or being ugly when in fact, most of them could probably get as many notes on a picture as one of these “tumblr beauties”. Then there are other girls who spend so much time and effort...
I’ve talked to many writers. Authors, poets, journalists. I always ask them one question: What advice can you give me on how to become a better writer? And the answer is always the same. Write every day. I’ve tried multiple times to have a journal. I went out and bought a special notebook and nice pens and pencils and put them at the side of my bed. I told myself that every night I...
Yesterday I had the privilege of meeting a bunch of my girlfriend’s friends. And at Disneyland no less. In the days prior I was so incredibly nervous (you can ask her; she’ll tell you). I had all these scenarios playing in my head of how everything could go wrong. I was worried that none of them would like me or that my level of awkward would be so unbearably high. You know, the usual...
The first post is always the most painful and awkward. It’s like the first step you take when you get out of bed in the morning; you really don’t want to do it but you know you need to eventually. So here it is. My first steps out of the cave and into the sunlight. An entire world of blogging opportunity awaits. Let’s hope I’m not getting myself in over my head with this...