i think my isolation may be necessary for a little while longer. maybe i'm not meant to blend or listen to any outside advice. i guide myself, feel proud, then tired, then blank. this cycle repeats but somewhere in between there is a warmth in knowing me.
i crave experience from beyond the screen or old pages. i think i'm so bored with everything and that my imagination is tired. words are hardly a comfort on a day like today. the sun shines and the birds are singing - i try to remember ; joy
i seem clichΓ© to myself but
i should probably remember -
all the clones and would-bes ;
pretending
shedding a new skin. . .
a new death grips project was announced 4 days before my birthday, i am over the moon
the world is burning and all i can do is hope that my dreams are any kind of comfort
watching the rain and smoking the night away is a great way to pass the time. with this being my only public social media now, i can say that i have peace. i deleted my previous account and would like to start fresh. it feels good to have a clean slate.