shine your shoes for the fat lady
to squeeze the last bit of meaning from a phrase i've abused, i'm afraid i'm going crazy. it's melodramatic. i've been reevaluating every aspect of my self and my life and scrutinizing and agonizing over my own and anyone elses motives. i need to stop. i finished rereading franny and zooey today and it's set me softly into content and optomism. and maybe i'm making a bigger deal of this than i ought to, but halloween is rolling 'round again, and it looks to be the catalyst, or at least symbol, of even more dramatic changes than in past. to honor this inauspicious occasion, i'm going to give an official end, the old heave ho, to my high school confidant, the public window into my neurosis.
farewell livejournal. i won't delete you though, you hold the experiences and emotions that outside of these chronicles, i've smoked away.
there's alot i could say. everyone, everything, has been so tired, itchy, wrestless, and sad lately. it's time to start propelling myself. if i'm a painter i'd do goddamn well to start painting. i think what i need is a reaffirmation of my existence. an internal one. what i wouldn't give for a few days solitude to clean out the attic, so to speak, find some peace, before i set out for new adventures
farewell livejournal. i won't delete you though, you hold the experiences and emotions that outside of these chronicles, i've smoked away.
there's alot i could say. everyone, everything, has been so tired, itchy, wrestless, and sad lately. it's time to start propelling myself. if i'm a painter i'd do goddamn well to start painting. i think what i need is a reaffirmation of my existence. an internal one. what i wouldn't give for a few days solitude to clean out the attic, so to speak, find some peace, before i set out for new adventures