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Right, this journal is dedicated to the people who are depressed. I'm gonna get you out of it. And I ain't talking about no soppy 'You can do whatever you put your mind to' bullshit, I'm talking truths here. So all you depressants: Emos, Loners, Widows, Heavy Metal Listeners, Death Metal Listeners, Future Columbiners, Gather around the fire in the trash can and listen to the words of wisdom from Sdgf, because there's one thing I have to tell each and every one of you. Something that you appear to be wrapped up in your word of slicing your wrists to understand.
It's a simple fact really, and it doesn't take too much thinking to find out. The most powerful weapon in your arsenal, the most destructive, powerful, and overall dominating weapon that you could ever get your hands on is your TIME. I'm gonna capitalize that from now on, 'cause it's bloody important. Your TIME is the most important thing you will ever own, have, or will have. And if you spend your TIME feeling down on yourself and listening to music that would make a flock of geese start making Anthax, you won't get nowhere, it's that bloody simple. Get up. Yes, you. Get up out of your seat. Look at the nearest clock to you. You see that clock? You see the seconds, wasting away? You could be spending that, getting a chunk of the world and calling it yours. Your TIME is wasting away in front of your eyes. You've got to own your life, and not let your life own you.
And don't give me the bullshit excuse that you'll do that tomorrow. If you even THINK about doing it tomorrow, then it's pointless, because the time tommorow comes, my words'll be a vague memory and you'll be back to your depressed self. I don't care if it's 3AM, if you're in the middle of a meeting that could get you a promotion, or if you're packing your backpack with C4 for tommorows' 'great envisioning', what you do is you get up, and you stop whatever you're doing. You get up and you walk. And you don't turn around until you've found out who you are. You don't turn around until you start owning your life. In the TIME you spent reading this, you could have made it to the top. Fame could've been yours.
But no, you'd rather listen to a moron babble. Take the hint, stop what you're doing, and begin Owning your life.
~Sdgf
It's a simple fact really, and it doesn't take too much thinking to find out. The most powerful weapon in your arsenal, the most destructive, powerful, and overall dominating weapon that you could ever get your hands on is your TIME. I'm gonna capitalize that from now on, 'cause it's bloody important. Your TIME is the most important thing you will ever own, have, or will have. And if you spend your TIME feeling down on yourself and listening to music that would make a flock of geese start making Anthax, you won't get nowhere, it's that bloody simple. Get up. Yes, you. Get up out of your seat. Look at the nearest clock to you. You see that clock? You see the seconds, wasting away? You could be spending that, getting a chunk of the world and calling it yours. Your TIME is wasting away in front of your eyes. You've got to own your life, and not let your life own you.
And don't give me the bullshit excuse that you'll do that tomorrow. If you even THINK about doing it tomorrow, then it's pointless, because the time tommorow comes, my words'll be a vague memory and you'll be back to your depressed self. I don't care if it's 3AM, if you're in the middle of a meeting that could get you a promotion, or if you're packing your backpack with C4 for tommorows' 'great envisioning', what you do is you get up, and you stop whatever you're doing. You get up and you walk. And you don't turn around until you've found out who you are. You don't turn around until you start owning your life. In the TIME you spent reading this, you could have made it to the top. Fame could've been yours.
But no, you'd rather listen to a moron babble. Take the hint, stop what you're doing, and begin Owning your life.
~Sdgf
So, the Persona 5 MC got released...
Fuck yeah.
That's all I gotta say.
In a very, very weird mood.
My mind hasn't stopped thinking for the last 3 hours - and I haven't been able to focus it on anything. It's like tuning your brain to static and focusing on the adventure of a singular pixel - there's just so much else going on that you quickly lose track. I don't even know if I'm making sense, IDK.
Goddamnit, English Lit...
Why do you have to be so damn hard!?
Okay, so in case you don't understand, over here in England-Land, it's 4am. I've been tip-tapping away at the keys for a good 3-and-a-half hours now, trying to get an essay that was meant to be done in a week done in the space of 4 hours. I didn't honestly think I could do it, but neither did I think it would end THIS bad.
So, there I am, typing away at the keys, with no problem up until about half 2. By this point, I've written about 2,000 words over 5 pages in the book, and I'm feeling pretty good about myself.
ALL OF A SUDDEN, COOKIE CLICKER HAPPENS
...Y'know when you have a train of thought, and yo
In Riposte, Indecipherable, In Utero
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