After realizing that I haven’t posted to tumblr (or done anything at all on here) in…I don’t even know how long, I finally came to a conclusion after a text from my girlfriend and two minutes of staring blankly at my closet door, lost in thought.

I just don’t care anymore. I was yelled at the other day for about 90 minutes straight about how I’ve messed my life up and that since I don’t have a plan in place that I’m basically screwed. While I was sitting in the chair taking this all in, I finally (short attention span note: I hate Subway commercials. IloveSubway, but I hate their commercials with a passion) realized that I lack the ability to care about life. There are things that I want to do with it, but I just don’t care about achieving those goals. I know I probably should, and some part of me wants to, but I just - don’t - care. I’m not excited by the idea of being on my own in the world. However, more of me hates that I’m still too young to do so and that I live with my parents. I look forward to possibly getting into/attending college (so long as I manage to get into Berklee College of Music, because fuck everything else. I have no backup plan, because everything else can go fuck itself.). I look forward to living on campus and experiencing college, because Ihatehigh school (but I love the college part of it [I go to an Early College]). I think hate most aspects of life, really. Waking up in the morning almost angers me because it means I have to get up and face all the things I hate.

tl;dr - life is boring, pointless, and I hate it.