empty rant, empty remedy

in the year 2009, i turned 23. 23 is a pretty insignificant age to be if you ask me.all that the number 23 tells you is that you're getting older and that there is really nothing you can do about it. thus, i entered the age, as i did 22...equipped with a steel walled heart and a soul full of pessimism. granted, i recognise that the order of frivolous youth has long been cast away but foolishly, i still yearn for it in silence..

shameful.

with age comes responsibility, this does not mix well with my peter pan complex.. so i sit and think, and think, and think.over-analysing everything.what's most frustrating is the absence of any real conclusion.and so, i was told that this is the only known cure:





funny how i've always loved it but never admitted it.