I haven't posted on here in a long time. I completely forgot about this blog because I had tumblr to keep me busy.
A lot has changed in my life since my last post on May 31st, 2012.
Right now, I have this raging headache. It hurts so bad my eyeballs ache. I have developed this knack for writing garbage nobody wants to read. I keep myself occupied by reading a lot of books and overanalyzing every detail of my life until I want to slither out of my body, only to become someone else.
I'm tired. I'm getting older. They say growing older each year should fill you with wisdom -- instead, with me, it's made me bitter and I don't know how I'll survive the rest of my life. I've lost a lot of myself and I'm slowly building my heart back up. The only way to get through everyday is to keep hoping the next day will be better.
I'm a different person. I've shed skin so many times, and my pigment has changed too. I don't know if my mind has regressed, or grown into what I'm supposed to be for now. I'm talking in riddles and I wish I could make sense to you. It somehow works out in my brain, you know?
Perhaps, tomorrow I will post something positive. Possibly share some pictures.
By the way, I love instagram and I have almost, completely given up professional photography. I can't handle the stupidity of the human race. I have faced it: I will never be a people person.
Until next time.
A lot has changed in my life since my last post on May 31st, 2012.
Right now, I have this raging headache. It hurts so bad my eyeballs ache. I have developed this knack for writing garbage nobody wants to read. I keep myself occupied by reading a lot of books and overanalyzing every detail of my life until I want to slither out of my body, only to become someone else.
I'm tired. I'm getting older. They say growing older each year should fill you with wisdom -- instead, with me, it's made me bitter and I don't know how I'll survive the rest of my life. I've lost a lot of myself and I'm slowly building my heart back up. The only way to get through everyday is to keep hoping the next day will be better.
I'm a different person. I've shed skin so many times, and my pigment has changed too. I don't know if my mind has regressed, or grown into what I'm supposed to be for now. I'm talking in riddles and I wish I could make sense to you. It somehow works out in my brain, you know?
Perhaps, tomorrow I will post something positive. Possibly share some pictures.
By the way, I love instagram and I have almost, completely given up professional photography. I can't handle the stupidity of the human race. I have faced it: I will never be a people person.
Until next time.
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