Hey World, it's David.

New lows being achieved daily.

These next few are the lucky few to have made it.

Every 11:11, every shooting star, every dandelion.
It’s always the same.
Every time I close my eyes, every time I lie in bed, every time I get a text or call.
It’s always the same.
Then I have to open my eyes, then I have to get up, then I have to respond to someone asking if I can tutor this Thursday.
It’s always the same.

Days are blurring together.
Hours turn into days into weeks into seconds.
But it’s always the same.
Wake, drive, school, sleep, school, drive, sleep.

I’ve been lying here for approximately… nine hours.
I was supposed to write a Japanese skit to be performed in approximately six hours.

Passion Pit, Phoenix, Miike Snow.
Rinse, repeat.
Good times.

I can’t even think right now.
I think my brain is broken.

Unfinishe

Hey Tumblr.
How’ve you been? Good, I hope.
I’m just here to say hi.

I should be reading “The Watchmen” for tomorrow.
But probably not going to.
Ore no nihongo wa yokunaidayo.
It’s even worse when I’ve been drinking.
(Especially the writing portion, which I’m terribad at to begin with.)

I don’t know, not a whole lot to update you on or say here. I’ve just kind of been existing. Watching shit happen around me, ya know? But it’s not so bad.

Ore ni shitsumon o kiku.

Pekopeko da.

Nomuno ga daisuki dayo.