euphoria/melancholia

So I suppose this is supposed to be a page about me. I suppose I should fill this space with little bits of information describing “Me.” But it’s not me, it’s an enhanced, artificial, manufactured, idealized, custom-made image of me. I have the freedom to say whatever i want here, don’t I? In that case I farm velociraptors for a living and I can walk on water. 

But I guess I’ll stop being a jackass for a moment and tell you about myself. I’m Ryan. Also known as Pretzel and Auntie Anne. I’m a self-proclaimed loser, faggot, and waste of space. I’d like to think of myself as an idealist and maybe even an altruist, but I’m not that good of a person. I dabble in philosophy, psychology, and creative writing. I try to find the answers to life’s questions and try to live with a sense of meaning and purpose. And my purpose in life is to help other people realize their purpose.

 Ok, enough gay stuff. I’m a hipster and I’m addicted to indie music and deathcore. I like to read and do hipsterish stuff. Oh, and bears. BEARS. FUCKING BEARS. I LOVE BEARS. 

Ok, this is kind of a pathetic “about me” page. Ryan, 15, philosopher, writer, thinker, loser, etc. All you need to know.

THIS PAGE IS SO UNBEARABLY PRETENTIOUS I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE IT BUT IM FAR TOO LAZY TO CHANGE IT

Yeah actually, this blog is no longer philosophical at all. It’s just kind of there. So yeah. I reblog cool shit. Ya know.