Just Breathe

I took the fake sick report from my doctor, I’m not going to wear that school uniform anymore, not going to wake up at 7. That is a good reason to smile, I am now practising it, but it doesn’t seem to work. I don’t have much to say about my highschool years. That was a fucking waste of time. Sorry. I have enough temper to kill all who say “You’re gonna miss these years of your life...” No, I vote to kill only me. Soon but how soon?


All you need is ... (Fill in the blank.)

It’s not love, it’s not money, it’s not a Fender Jag-stang, not a chocolate the size of Everest, all we need is simply; health. I know it’s a cliche but true. The other things don’t have any value, when you even just feel seasick. Well, think about  worse illnesses. Imagine that you have cancer. No, don’t do that. I think we hear enough of cancer everyday. Also don’t imagine that you are a blind person who doesn’t have any legs. I am not able to express myself, though I think you get the point; being physically healthy is something to feel lucky about. But being mentally healthy is so much better. If you have a sick mind then you only need a gun. I don't have a gun, so I just listen to Eddie.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTb9GNIxpMk&ob=av2e

I don't have one good memory from highschool, except I didn't have to wear a uniform. 

Peace, Love, Empathy