Thought it was a funny joke and a ironic thing to do to live in one of the most chur hall.
I mean, yeah it is funny and I did put on a face in hall.
But after one sem, I think it changed me, ever so slightly.
still, it changed me.
no matter how many layers of mask i put on, there are yet some of my personality found their way out and present themselves, here and there, a bit, a bit.
I be typin dis shit in hall, after a realisation that i did not put on the perfect or correct face for a lot of situation. That where i fucked up.
I never think putting on faces is a problem: putting on the wrong face fucks you up.
I can't balance my real life and hall life.
I dont consider the time I spent on hall shit is real.
A lot of shit happend, and more shit didnt happen and will never happen.
now im into a lot of weird music
vaporwave
ocean grunge
lo-fi
blues
jazz shit
avant garde shit
barbershop quartet
i started to find retro wave boring, like wtf
idk
been lost
