IKEA

Like many other teens, I love IKEA, today I made a trip down to grab a pegboard for myself, but I had to haul ass to get to IKEA. I kind of lied told my friend / not friend ( we’ll talk about it later on )  claiming I was sick so I could finally have some alone time at my favorite place. Known to all, IKEA has this familiar smell, but today it smelt particularly weird… it gave me a headache, it’s that or the sight of grotesque teen couples making out. 😦 jealous much? I guess. However it was awkward nonetheless, a sole ‘adventurer’ you could say but everyone there had a partner… or friend, while I was accompanied with only Ed Sheeran or Bleachers ( not complaining ).  As much as I would love for this to be of some great life inspiration blog post, sorry but it ain’t. I tend to not think much when I say or even type things out, so I guess whatever yall are seeing is probably the truth. In general, today was alright, pray that tomorrow would be better though.

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Pegboard, IKEA SKÅDIS 
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Routines

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

Sometimes days go by, the normal daily routine of waking up and rushing to school, all seems so average and plain. Nonetheless, you think nothing of it. Until one day something happens and you lose the normal days, days where you have nothing constantly bugging you at the back  of your head, this problem is of paramount importance that you can’t sleep or eat, yeah all that happened in a matter of few weeks, heck some happened so long ago it became a norm. Then again, everything comes to an end, and all is normal, time heals… or does it? Maybe it doesn’t but it all fades and it becomes one with your “routine” even so, everything comes to an end; friendships relationships everything. Dang really should have paid more attention in literature I guess. Anyways I wrote this while jamming my hearts out to  Happier – Ed Sheeran remember, it all gets better.

* Don’t worry, this blog is about a teen boy going through 17 years of pain and joy, not all posts would be this melodramatic *