ThisIsTheHouseThatDoubtBuilt

Daniel John Coogan - Circa 2011, age 19.

I'm not going to pretend i'm not happy, i fricking now have watermelon lipbalm, goes with my peach and wild cherry. hahaha.

I'm such a loser.
i could talk about the many things in my life right now, the many feelings i have, the new things i learnt this weekend, but how would they be of any benefit to you. (by 'you' i mean the person that doesnt read this anyway).

i'm falling in love with her again.

I can tell when i start getting a downer easier these days, it's easier to recognise because when people talk about the forbidden topics involving the 's' word and 'o' word i sit there and think to myself about it, and ultimately remain unphased.

and it also doesnt bother me that i ran out of tablets last week.
because for the first time in a while i feel something proper i think, so i'm just glad of that.

This is my last year of being a teenager, as i finish this i have now only 364 days to live the life i've perceived in movies, music, photos and books of a teenage life, to complete the things i wanted to do, and if i dont, i dont know how i'll feel when i reach 20.

i find myself keeping some people at arms length right now, i'm starting to let someone new in but i don't want some people in anymore, it feels like theyre going rotten poluting the surrounding area. but isn't that harsh? i found out last night things that test your maturity level, things that make you put into perspective what really is... important in life, and fucking around with people that your gut feeling tells you to get rid of makes you realise how pointless that is.

i'm just realising how this teenage trivial bullshit is just not worth the time of effort, days living behind a computer screen, wont be much more.

Hey new chapter in life, nice to meet you.