Why can’t life be a story. Why can’t it be tragic and apalling(sic) and sexy? Or does that all just come when I’m older and already too disillushioned(sic) to give a fuck?
When I was 14 I wrote this simple little list over and over to try and make myself happy.
Good things about being a teenager:
At 22 it really hasn’t changed much.
Good things about being an adult:
- Alcohol and Cigarettes
- The internet
's splld a n m kbad hs mnng and s fckd'
- So I spilled tea on my keyboard this morning and it’s fucked.
Imagine your favorite MindCracker wearing a flower crown.
I just checked my game log for the month and I have already played Link Between Worlds more by an hour in the past two days than I have New Leaf this entire month.
I am a terrible mayor.