I'm trying to somersault out of my comfort zone. Im trying to be brave. I'm trying to not take things to heart but that's awfully hard. What a joke right? Me? Hah. My life is hard and awkward and that I've even begun to appreciate the simple act of studying of learning by myself. Setting myself up for rejection might not be the best idea but goddammit I need this, maybe it'll just be another reason for me to be fucked up, or I could possibly, miraculously learn something. Or not cause my stubborn head is making me go in circles, I'm bitter and messed up and that's two things I never wanted to be. I don't blame anybody but me and fragile fucking heart. Maybe alot of you read that and sighed a sigh of relief because the truth is, nobody likes being responsible for another persons mess even though it's the outcome the fucking mess the people created. Why does it have to be fragile, why is it like that why are humans so fragile that in every turn of life they have to go through just to get to the happiness? Maybe some of you might think, there's no such thing as happiness without pain but, fuck, I agree, but at what cost? I ask that alot, we're doing this, but at what fucking cost?
The sad part is the answers never all too nice.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poesia"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
