The RANTS of a BUSTED BULB

I can’t keep doing this

And I don’t want to keep doing this.

I really just don’t want anything anymore.

My head’s a mess. I can’t think straight.

All I can think about is how I don’t want to think anymore…
and you. That unattainable you.

Fuck this.

I need something more. Something to keep me going. The hopelessness of this is drowning me. I need to find some kind of concrete solace.

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Welcome, stranger--or not so stranger. This blog is the most awesome thing you'll come by in the internet.

Now I wish I could really say that, but I can't. ~~Because it's not~~. It's just a folio of rambles, rants, pseudo-reviews and hopelessly-in-love shit. Now, if you think you can handle that then do read ahead. I'm actually interesting...

If you think you can't, then head on over to my blog of Reblogs for the random and the what-not. Maybe you'll find consolation in my laughter/fuuuuu--/awww not-so-plagiarisms.

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BTW.
Luis. 9 years (fine, +10).
BS Management Honors. Loud and proud! Until I have to drop out and shift to... iunno?

Soulful musician. Annoying humor. Almost douche. Theater geek. Adorable nerd. Fake hipster. Pseudo shrink. Passionate lover. Forever alone. Naive heartbreaker. Struggling artist.

Filipino. Proud.

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Wiser. Stronger. Better. Kickass Mofo.
That would be me.

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