365

So basically I just wanted to document my life for 365 days through texts, pictures, anything. I just want to be able to look back in a year and see the difference in my thoughts, how much life changed, what I've learned, and who I've become

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I can’t even explain to you how long that I’ve wanted to do this for.

My goal is to post a single post every single day for 365 days, and look back on it a year from today, December 18. I want to picture how much I can change in one year. I want to see what I go through in one year. I want to picture where I was specifically when I started and ended this.

So hey tumblr. I’m Joey Toro. I hate bios. I really do. I feel like everyone either looks completely cunt-a-liciously douchey or pulls off that cute shit where they just werk their bio and you’re like “OMG THEY’RE CUTE AND I’M GOING TO FOLLOW THEM” but that is indeed not at all me. 

SO LONG STORY SHORT:

  • Joey Toro
  • I’m a freshman at the University of Waterloo studying Science and Business with a specialization in Biochemistry (so ya, I’m basically already dead inside and biologically waiting for my body to catch up).
  • I eat like it’s a national sport and this bitch owns gold.
  • I love my best friends, and kinda like you for reading this. 
  • I’m forever alone. Truly. Definition. Never have, never will be in a relationship. I’m sure this will come up within the next 365 days, so this is one of those annoying cliff-hanger bullshit moments that everyone hates. So yeah, stay tuned or you’ll miss out on some key information about my life that you probably couldn’t give two shits about.
  • I’m kind of a sarcastic cunt if you didn’t already notice.
  • Just for the record, I love the word “cunt” and anyone who is so opposed to it needs to take a step back and calm their shit because this isn’t some Famous 5 women empowerment shit. I am not in anyway offending your genitals. Okay? I love “cunt” even more just because the fact my computer constantly wants to change it’s spelling to “count.”
  • I consider myself socially awkward, but when my friends see this they think I’m psychotic, which I feel makes me even more socially awkward because I can’t tell if I’m socially awkward, so ya. I guess the point is I’m so socially awkward that words can’t even fathom and biological brain function can’t even convey my immense social awkwardness.
  • I love music, comedies, dramas, and anything that I want to see if it will make me cry in an attempt to understand how insensitive and heartless I truly am. I also love cats, but I’m sure you could guess that by the previous sentence (it’s sad that I’m not joking).
  • I have braces, and I’m eighteen… So like, you can just already tell that I look like I’m 7. Yeah, I’m that guy. I have a baby face and I look pre-pubital, but I assure you, I am truly pubital. I would think of a way to prove this, but I just feel like it’ll probably be illegal in a few countries, so yeah.

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