Much Ado About Nothing

Watching Pirates of the Caribbean and moping around with some guys..

lol I need new friends.

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Dear Tumblr,

I tried writing something sincere, but then I realized that half of followers either hate me for some reason, or don’t even know me. The other half mostly doesn’t care. Since I never use Tumblr anymore (I have better things to do), I’ll just say this: If you have a problem with me, unfollow me, please. If you have a problem with me, don’t pretend. Thank you.

Oh My God.

Literally, tonight was the scariest night of my life. I’m still shaking and can’t sleep. Almost got arrested for bullshit. I can tell you now, Tumblr, I’m not gonna be considering late night shenanigans for a long, long, loooong time. Pro-tip: cops will almost always be dicks for no reason. It was just a small bonfire in a sand trap on a golf course. Luckily they let us go, but holy God am I terrified.

did the worst thing possible.
I wrote faggy emo poetry.
someone, kill me.
this can’t be a good sign.

I Can Be Deep, Too! (a boring vent you dont want to read)

I’be been pretty depressed lately. I don’t really understand why. I think it has something to do with Les Mis closing. It’s always dissapointing when something you work so hard on ends, but nothing is permanent. It’s more than the musical being over. I’ve realized that I just don’t have as many people to talk to as I used to. I was so busy with Les His during senior year, I didn’t notice the friendships I was losing and the people I was alienating. Now let’s be honest, most of those people are dicks and I dislike them, but there have been a few good people who I’ve lost relations with, and whom I dearly miss (if you’re reading it, I miss you and I know you know it).
I’ve also decided to throw it into neutral with smoking for a while. It’s fun every now and then, but it’s starting to become a crutch, instead of a boost. I don’t want to become something despicable, so I’m turning that off for a while.
I think my main problem is that I’m a lot more lonely than I’m used to being. I was spoiled in 11th grade; I was in this same position until then, but I have never felt depressed about it. I guess I just want my old friends back, because I’ve definitely drifted away from a lot of them, and I miss them, and I can only hope they miss me back.
One thing that makes me happy is something my friend Pace has told me several times before: “Myles, you are an underrated guy, and people don’t appreciate you like they should.”
Granted, I paraphrased a little bit, but 90% of it is correct.
Okay, done venting. Posting these always makes me feel better, even if they do make me seem like a whiny bitch.

The next person to think I smoke too much is getting shot

seriously, I’m a light-weight and those people don’t even know how I spend my time.

Is it so much to ask for someone who would listen and understand for once in my God damned life? I’m so sick and tired of school, it’s not funny. I hate how redundant the classes are, how uninteresting they are, and mostly how much the staff lie to you about college and adult life. I also hate how my mother can’t just let go and let me be an adult. I haven’t even had a real, full two-sided conversation with her in years. I just want to start working my great job full time while I go to FSCJ for two years. Then, I can finish school at UF, FSU, FIU, wherever I damn-well please. The point is that I wish the other adults in my life would get with the program and let me fly or fall on my ass on my own. It’s my life to make or break, and my future to shape. Not theirs.