Yesterday at the Cafe

Jo reviews Simple Skincare Facial Scrub Part 2

Summer's Almost Over

I'm a waste of space. I'm full of words and ideas but lack ambition. My past few weeks have been just scrolling on tumblr and attempts at watching TV. TV doesn't satisfy me much. I get bored easily. I was a little sick two weeks ago and got used to just not doing nothing...again. This isn't the first time I've been a pathetic excuse of a human being. Last summer I spent unaccountable hours just looking at pointless things online. Promises of not repeating those mistakes were broken by my inability to be creative. Blaming this on my friends for not being available to spend time with me is a cop-out. I am to blame for not putting myself to my fullest potential. I almost hate myself sometimes for not being clever or fun, but that would be just more wasting time. I’ve realized that my unadventures aren’t something to be ashamed of. Acceptance is more ideal, but it’s difficult to do when seeing classmates on Facebook travelling and partying. Well, summer is almost over. So at least I’ll be seeing less of their happiness, I guess….

Songs I listened to while writing this

Me Reciting A Poem I Wrote

Made a facial scrub review video

Jo's "Potato Salad gets $30,000+ donations" reaction

My poem is featured on my friend's site

Oringally here: http://alexandramiralles.wix.com/cceen311#!untitled/cc43

Castillo

I’m full of

the bullshit

that resides in my

corridors—

these hedonists that slice

at my skin and my soul.

I’m old and tiredly awake. 

The assholes won’t let me sleep.

They bite my guts with greedy teeth.  

I become water…I become grain…

sowed by sadism and adultery.

They transfuse

into me and

I evolve into

something horribly new.

No more my artistic aura,

my classical sense—

Just a specter of gloom

and dust floating

in the structure of a self I can’t really recall.

This is my holy downfall.