It feels great
What our parents think we do:
What society/our friends think we do:
What we think we do:
What we really do:
Vienna - Billy Joel
Slow down, you’re doing fine.
You can’t be everything you wanna be before your time,
Although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight, tonight.
Too bad, but it’s the life you lead.
You’re so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need.
Though you can see when you’re wrong,
You know, you can’t always see when you’re right, you’re right.
i use ♡ instead of ♥ because it’s hollow and empty just like my actual heart
Too much Communication sophomores from our school are babbling and complaining about how hard Photojournalism is without a camera. I mean, yeah it is but it’s not the end of the world. I took the same subject without a camera and I still managed to get the highest mark in the class (heh heh). I managed to do this by learning how to “manage my resources.” I went as far as leeching my friends’ cameras for ten minutes max per activity at the same time making extra effort to understand how camera settings work by the book without any camera to test it on for practical examinations. I still learned in the end, probably even better than my classmates who had top of the line cameras.
You see, I think they want a camera just because, not really to excel in the subject.
It feels great when people listen to the music you asked them to listen to, or when they read the books you suggested them to read, or watch the shows and movies you told them were good, or play the games you thought they’d enjoy.
It’s like you made life a bit better for other people even if it just lasted for a few minutes, or hours, or days, or weeks — temporarily.
So I had this job interview last week with this American-based web development/graphic design/web design company and it went quite well if you consider making them all laugh and ultimately selling them an obsolete Nokia phone by giving it the tagline, “Breaks the floor, not your bank.”
The interview properly illustrated my hobbies and interests (which sadly, they did not ask) that includes embarrassing myself and looking sad… and dumb.
But surprisingly, my friend’s brother, who apparently worked for the company, told my friend that the CEO found me to be “the standout” among the group and was “the most likely to get hired.”
Yay for future job opportunities and I guess embarrassing yourself has its perks (in certain situations, that is).
I’m Madison Montgomery. I make seven million dollars a picture. I have two Teen Choice Awards. My mother put me to work ever since I could talk. I hated it. The last time I saw her, she snorted half my coke and then let the cops bust me for it. I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering. And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me. I used to not eat for days, or eat like crazy then stick my fingers down my throat. Now no matter how much I binge I can’t fill this hole inside me. I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going batshit.
I like looking at you and getting hurt. I like thinking about you and getting hurt. I like talking to you and getting hurt. But despite all these, running out of fries is the worst hurt of all.
My sister bought me new reads and rereads. I have this avalanche of emotions right now.