You won't believe some of the shit people say

I am exhausted. Well I was fast asleep about 20minutes ago, the only sleep I have received the whole day. I had business at the hospital all last night, which carried over into 4pm today. And I spent the rest of the afternoon with the family. I soon fell asleep, it was so swift that I didn't even notice my eyes were too heavy to keep open. The kind of sleep that you receive after a weight has been lifted from your soul. All ruined when I recieve calls and texts about how I had been ignoring the caller and I was ungrateful and how I fall short in expectations.Like how much can you expect from. A person that's been in a hospital for a whole day? It's fucking lunacy, I cannot get a wink of peaceful, somber sleep if my life depended on it. The people I choose for my life, fill my soul with utter chaos, and I fear I may never rest easy ever again.

You hate to lose

I lost my faith
I lost my love
I'm losing my father

I've lost my will
I hate my life
I lost my sanity

You hate to lose
Losing
Is all I've done


Help

Try Going Outside Your Comfort Zone

Fame

Along the lines of fame and my last post, I have found an interesting opportunity. Apparently the famous ( and, in my opinion, extremely lame) brand The Hundreds are scouting for new contributors for their blog. I have been contemplating submitting work and writing for them, my main problem being, I don't like the brand at all. In fact, I despise the brand.

Do my morals take the wheel and say, "fuck that, I would never work for that shit brand" or does my thirst for recognition drive me to accept working for them. I would like a chance to add writing to my resume or portfolio, as I am an aspiring photojournalist. But I would like to maintain my moral integrity and stand by them.

I haven't made up my mind, but I will within the next 24 hours. Even though I have moral standings, I like to think that everyone will work for jerks at a certain point, that's just a part of the "paying your dues" process.

So, Here We Go

Been watching a lot of movies, lately. I like that not many people know that I am a secret film fanatic. Hipsters ruined a good amount of films with tumblr repost along with a picture of Ian Curtis and Morrissey. I'm happy that they almost never strike any of my interest, as I still feel completely individual from the masses. I think we live in an age where we don't treasure our individuality as much, or rather, we live in an age where we say we treasure individuality with some dumb post; then have someone reblog and add, " me too!" or "I thought I was the only one!". My point being is that tumblr killed the individual.

I don't even really get the concept of tumblr famous, I mean how could you take credit for an idea that tens of thousands shared as well. Blogs were once called journals and we'd only let a select few have the privilege of knowing our inner most demons through these pages. Now, we have teenagers in Chicago Bulls snapbacks clamoring at each other through tumblr, just dying to share their next Wiz Khalifa quote or their architecture of their bedrooms or how OFWGKTA is like the next Wu-tang Clan (p.s. There will never be another Wu. Wu-Tang Clan forever).

This was a meaningless rant, Hopefully my next update will contain some of my photos if Fuji can find and ship me my negatives, seriously, it's been 2 weeks already.

I've Got Some Habits I Can't Shake