Indiewood.

its 23:17pm,
i've just come out of the shower. i love having showers. i stand there and it's where i think the most. i stood there with the soap bar in my hand watching as it hit down like a terrential downpour on the ground. it looked pretty.

i was thinking about people in my life, thinking about the people who are technically in my life but i dont warrent them as anything in my life, i dont associate myself to them, or even as acquaintances of mine, they are just there. i got thinking about a group of people, i haven't even met, but are in my life. and i was thinking about them as people, and why people would want to be friends with them. in my eyes all i ever hear is competative talk belittling others and narcissistical comments of apparent maturity and how amazing their life is.

in some respects it angers me, the way they naturally believe they are better than people such as me, and directly i've experianced that assumption. i wonder why people would want to be friends with these people. these are the sort of people the not-so-popular kids want to be, and they themselves whore each other out with stupid photographs and faux teen-depression just to fit a social phase they'll then belittle in a couple years after they're bored. they'll then pretend theyre maturing and when any sign of this 'immaturity' resurfaces they shoot it down.

these people are the type of people i hate the most, the ones smother originality. clambering onto the next cool band, or style or speak to just be one step ahead of everyone else. they pass you more so than an emo or a chav but you wont even recognise them.

i hope whoever you are reading this you dont feel guilty.
its all massively humourous, the pettiness of it.


here. enjoy this :)