Bucket-List

To/About that Fucking Bucket-List everyone has.

Clearly I am pissed about the temptation my inner-most self ignites about making my own goddamned bucket-list shit. I hate bucket-lists with all my heart simply because if I ever did make one, I’ll start it too late as in the late 17th year of my life.

And of course duh, I have a shitty personality which didn’t make me as enthusiastic to achieve a hundred shits while outlasting death itself. But then again, I would give you 4 reasons of why I am still not going to make a bucket-list of my own (please disregard 2 reasons I’ve mentioned earlier):

1.      I don’t have a fucking bucket-list because I don’t know when I’ll die or how much longer I’ll live. I have no insurance that I’ll be able to finish all of the things I wrote in my bucket-list unless that is what they are trying to make me do with these stupid bucket-list thing.

2.      I have no fucking idea of what I want to achieve (or at least wanted to write on my bucket-list except for the goddamed title) in my life unless sky diving becomes too real for me.

3.      I cannot ever be satisfied with such lists I can’t fulfill in a fucking year. I’ll sure be overwhelmed.

4.      I don’t want to fuck my future boyfriend to help me achieve such shits he wouldn’t want to do anyway unless he found it interesting to have a girl with a long list of never achieved shits.

And who might have given me such bucket-listing ideas itself you may ask? For no reason I force myself to think about it so yes, I am going to give credits to myself for this once.

You might have also wondered why I was up with so much bad words right now and I’ll also tell you why: John Green’s book I have just read consists of so much bad words I decide I include in my post once in a while. So yeah, there this one went.

But seriously though: what the hell is up with bucket-lists?

I FUCKING DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T FUCKING CARE.

I have no intriguing shits to it and rather have myself nosing on who is my cause of hope where, in which, I had putted my mind up to that one guy we’ve been so much talking about in these past 2 years and 3 months of high school. Besides the thoughts of my parents of whom had grown me faithfully into this overgrown sperm, I think I owe the life to those who cared about me most.

Yes, I might have slightly hate bucket-listing. But if there is 1 thing I would do, that would be making those people who matters in my life as proud as shit for having me a part of their life. That’s all that matters. –red