sorry whiney, i’ll delete it soon
man
peoples ideas about “knowing” someone are so varied…
growing up my family moved around a lot. i sucked at making friends, but i managed to make a few here and there. if/when ever we would visit/move back to somewhere we used to live, i would contact the people i had been friends with. it wasn’t until high school that i realized maybe i don’t “know” any of these people anymore, and many don’t “know” me, and some people find it weird to be contacted by someone they haven’t talked to in a while and i don’t know.
some dumbass kid posted something on my brothers wall.
my brother is joining the army, and he had to list references from high school, jobs, family, friends, etc.
he listed this kid who i remember him being friends with in high school and the kid asked him why he listed him because, “i don’t know you.”
my brother replied with “don’t you remember me from high school??”
wtf. fuck everyone.
ugh.
my brother is pretty antisocial, and often depressed and i don’t know. if someone wrote something like that to me i’d feel pretty fucking shit.
gonna start a more self focused blog so i can keep my local friends on
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my fortune said,
‘don’t ask, don’t say.
everything lies in silence.’
maybe i should have listened
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wtf
otcm:
heres a painting i made for my friend for his birthday a year or two ago~ he just sent me this picture coz hes moving back to town :)))
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On May 1, 1947 Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. She had landed supine on a parked limousine and came to rest in an attitude that suggested peaceful sleep. The photo is often referred to as “The most beautiful suicide”
This is a painting I made my senior year of high school. Its a Japanese still life using acrylic paints.
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