I'm Hana. This is a combination of a personal, hopeful, depressing, and overall fucked up blog that expresses how I feel and how I think, but yeah... I like piercings, tattoos, dreadlocks, sexuality, spirituality, the sun, the moon, and the herb. I'm good at pushing people away, sleeping, fucking things up, forgetting to text people back, and eating food. So while you were busy judging me, I was busy smoking weed and not giving a fuck. And at some point, I don't know when, I had decided that I need to expect the lowest of the people I thought the highest of.
It’s been 6 generations and this guy is still tripping balls over science and technology.
I wish my mind wasn’t always on the same stuff. Even if I occupy it with something else, it’ll always come back. I can only put in so much effort for so long. This is all just dragging on, making me sluggish, tired and irritable. I want it to stop, or I’ll sleep until it does. I’m just done being in this rut.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.