So one night he wrote on his blog about nothing and everything at the exact time.
He was feeling inspried.
He was just fucking spun out of his mind.
Taylor Swift plays in the back ground,
he hates that he knows the lyric, but he will never admit it to anyone he knows.
So, he writes and he writes … about everything and nothing.
He doesn’t know if anyone reads these post.
He pretends they don’t.
He is naturaly shy.
Yet, he loves when people read him.
He doesn’t know how to express himself vocallly.
Many probably think he is qweer.
He laughs because he loves pussy so much.
So it as about everything and nothing.
The nothing that has become and the everythng that was thrown away.
That was what he did at 1:30 am in the morning while he should be reading Anthropology.