Currently obsessed with this movie.

"Meet me...in Montauk"

Some one meet me there.

5:23pm and i am dead to the world.

i am constantly wondering who i really am.

i am constantly trying to box myself in.

i am constantly trying to use labels and genres to define myself.

i constantly feel that life would be so much easier if everything was clean cut, boxed, and labeled.

who the fuck am i?

what the fuck am i even doing?

where the fuck do i belong?

when the fuck will i know?

how the fuck will i know, if or when it happens.

all i want to do is have a nice simple life.

i want my car paid off as soon as financially possible.

i want my car to last me for the rest of forever, so i wont have to buy a new one.

i want to either live alone or with someone i really really like and/or love.

i want all the movies and musics my heart desires.

i want to remember all the german i learned in school and then some

i want and need to be more physically fit.

i need to get better at what i do so that when the time comes i can move on to the next level.