Hello, I'm Martin. This is my blog. It's supposed to be funny, like me, but sometimes shit gets real, not really.
It’s one thing to forget something because you were drunk, but it something completely different to remember something that didn’t happen because you were drunk.
Freshman Year of College
Also known as finding out just how pathetic you really are.
Some useful Star Wars stats
(Infographics by Oskoui + Oskoui - more here)
The first graphic is incorrect. 100 percent of the Death Star’s surface is exposed. Because it’s the surface.
(via realhorrorshowptitsa)
I have this problem where I unintentionally sound like a sarcastic asshole
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I’m shaking on the inside
I’m a very anxious person. I’m not anxious all the time, but when I am, it’s extremely debilitating. It starts off as a subtle mood change, as many experience multiple times over the course of a normal day. I become overly self-critical, irritable, shy, and afraid. Afraid that I’m now going to bring everybody’s mood down. Afraid that I won’t be able to act accordingly, or be funny, or be interesting. But there’s also the anxiety that comes along when I’m alone, which is it’s one unique flavor of shit. I feel irrelevant, pointless, unnecessary, wasteful, unproductive, and as of recently, angry. Anger’s new to me. I was never an angry child, although my sister would dispute that. I never saw the need of fighting, hurting, or breaking anything or anyone. But, now I just was to kick everything in my room. I wan’t to put my fists through the wall. I want to grab and throw everything in my room that can shatter or make a sound. I thought it was depression, and that these mood swings where just “episodes.” I don’t want to say that it’s particularly favorable or unfavorable that I don’t have depression, but knowing that I was wrong is kind of a relief.