Like, what?

First. Flander's grading system is flawed. Fuck that shit. I got a 104 of on my poetry packet. Like, what the fuck? I am an amazing poet. Bonus points added into the total score? Those aren't any bonus. Fuck that.

To my point. Life is so-so. It always will be. I am writing an intense blog. This is just warning for a lot of philosophical bombshells causing you to take mental damage.

Care

I don't. School is a waste anymore. They won't let me graduate early. Fuck that

What now?

I'm literally falling apart. Maybe not outwardly. Inwardly, though, my body is going haywire. My immune system flickers on at full strength and denies everything, or I get sick beyond recognition. Doctor's don't know why. Whatever. I have very few mottos with life. Time to list them for those that don't know.

-What's gonna matter when you die? I don't give a fuck.
-Do what makes you happy every day.
-Make other people smile or laugh.
-Pursue what your heart tells you.

4 simple things. How can someone live a good life from that? I dunno. My purpose is just to spread these kinds of messages. Love, Peace, and Unity. Wow. I sound religious. I AM but not in the christian sense or anything. I do what I do because I love people. We're dumb, we're slow, we don't understand everything BUT we try. We want to find out more. We push our limits. We are such amazing creatures I want to try and preserve as many as possible. That's why I am gonna be a doctor. believe me when I say this people, I love every single one of you. It's just hard to explain.