Funeral-without-tear

I found myself on a blog. It's like gossip girl.there are a lot of lies about myself.I still don't give a fuck.Why can't people care just about them ? Fame never satisfied me but it was always over my head. It's holiday and i'm feeling freaky ,but free. The first semester was ,obviously, ok. My note was kind of A , and I'm proud of it. Passion for Chuck Bass. Passion for Chuck Bass. Passion for Chuck Bass. Passion for Chuck Bass. Passion for Chuck Bass. Passion for Chuck Bass. Passion for Chuck Bass. I'm anxious and idk why. Today will be a great day.I'm feeling well. You  truly  know the feeling of happiness,when you don't care anymore

Sometimes you need to step outside, clear your head, and remind yourself of who you are and where you wanna be.That's what I'm doing. Whatever .. It's winter,and the wind kisses our shoulders and let us fall on the dead ground. I'm not disappointed,I'm just so fed up. I want the lovely summer back , I want the anxious light to hug the forgiven sun and,at last,I want to lose my mind in the indie sound.

A new day, a new story .. a new journal entry.I think that this dA is so needless but anyway I'm here.I have to do a script for my drama class but I'm so tired and I just want to relax and to listen to music.Casual I'm in my own world.I haven't time for things like these: internet,dA. I'm kinda busy ..I want summer,vacantion..I can't wait.See ya! Careless.Careless.Careless.