i literally do not care

I think drinking lucozade before bed is a bad idea because it has caffeine in it and stuff, but I have reached that level at 18 years of age where I am struggling to care.

I think quite often about tattoos and getting something a little more adventurous than something no bigger than a 10p piece on each of my ankles. I have folders on my camera roll with ideas, I have tags on my tumblr devoted to tattoo inspiration, and I have often tried to give myself stick and pokes (before realising you actually have to have proper ink and stuff, and that a craft needle is not the best way to go). But the main issue around tattoos is the big job debate. Oh she has a cool piece of art on her forearm, she may have a doctorate in history but that piece of ink on her skin makes her utterly unemployable. And I have reached this point where I am literally searching every crevice in my dump of a room to find a fuck to give. So what if I get a reference to a band I love imprinted on my skin for life, what does it matter to you? So what if this piece of art has no deeper meaning but it looks rad as fuck, it's not on your outer shoulder. I like to think that the generation of people who actually think like this are dying out (and hopefully taking their prejudices with them) and that there is hope for tattooed employees in the future.

When half term hits 3 days old and I have yet to properly open a textbook, I know that deep down I should be concerned that my exams are a little over 3 weeks away - but I am really struggling to care. Every single person in my family, all my teachers, and the entire population of Finland could be screaming at me to do some proper work and that changing the theme on your blog or updating your Facebook status doesn't count, and I would still sit numbly infront of them with a glassy look in my eyes. If someone could tweet me around 1pm tomorrow and remind me not to waste the entire day, that would be real useful.

As far as family conflicts and trivial friendship quarrels go, I have been done with those for several years now. Any petty disputes are of no interest to me, but reshuffling my record collection is - so please leave me to do just that. I really don't care if that girl stopped being your friend or you want me to help with the food shop, in fact I literally do not care at all. Stop thinking about her or throw me some pasta n sauce macaroni cheese my way and I'll be of little bother to you. Whatever is going on in your life is probably of little significance when you're 18, so I think it's pretty much time to move on. If it'll matter in 5 years time then sure, pull up a chair and we'll talk; but if it's over some dumb boy then I am afraid I am not the therapist for you. Unless your kind of therapy involves tequila and sitting under street lights at 01:30am. Then maybe I'll bring this lucozade with me, we can get some sainsburys basics vodka, and have a deep and meaningful discussion about my record collection as that is of serious value.