there’s a quran on my bookshelf. when and if i ever read it, it will be out of curiosity. it will not be to solve my problems. thanks though, anon.
we don’t speak enough. who are you? how are you? tell me things.
added to 2013 goals: be able to revert, land an ollie and a kickflip.
whenever i go to arcades, this is the first (and this trip, the only) stop i make. i was down to my camisole by the time we left.
To solve your problems read the Quran.
I guess that’s what I get for building a sandcastle in an hourglass.
from outcome. living here, in the present, is crucial for me at this time. at all times. i am always worried about how things will turn out. who i will become. instead of who i am. what is more important than that? what is more important than this moment?
How much is your time worth? How about your hard work? Questions I’ve been asking myself for a while, but even more so as of late. I can’t wrap my head around being paid $15, $10 and definitely not $7.25/hr, which is New York state’s current minimum wage. The idea that someone believes that for every 60 minutes I bust my ass i “earn” whatever measley wage appointed me at some dead end job, is ludicrous to me and I’m having a harder and harder time coming to terms with this. Anyone i bring this up to seems to think im losing it. Yes, i understand people have bills to pay and children to feed. I have the former. i just don’t have to lay down and accept this shit as permanence. So I won’t. There’s got to be a better way, and I am currently on a mission to make that way for myself. That is all.