Newness.
I have some new pictures scattered about my myspace and some new videos over at the youtube. Check them out.
In other news, I'm back in Kentucky. I've not even been here twenty four hours and I can already literally feel it sucking the life out of me. I swear to you, Kentucky is nothing but a black fucking hole.
I need to take a couple days to recover from shit, then I'm on the job hunt. I figure I can get one regular job, and then go work at the Vu for some quick cash. I'll probably make more at the Vu than I would at the job. I don't frankly give a damn at this point, all I know is I need to work my fingers to the bone to get the fuck out of here. I'm not going to let this state kill me again. Not when I've just started to feel alive.
I've been having a lot of weird shit going on with Erik. Since we broke up, he's been acting really fucking weird and saying really fucking shitty things. And he keeps saying things here and there that are obviously meant to get under my skin. He's making me feel like shit, so I guess it's working. I don't regret breaking up with him by any fucking means, and I don't miss him at all. I just don't like the sudden feeling of being completely unappreciated throughout the whole seven months. Now that it's over, the way he's acting, it's like nothing meant a damn thing to him. And maybe it never did. Fuck that. Fuck him.
I've come to realize that I cannot have relationships with people that think like normal people. Erik may be far from normal, he's full of problems and mental issues, but his thinking process is still very much normal. He's not unique and he never was. He's just another broken kid beyond repair.
In other more personal news, I no longer have one perfect arm. I was staring at it one night after chugging four jagerbombs back to back, and I was suddenly very annoyed at the smoothness. I decided that I hate the even color and the absence of texture. So I put an end to that.
I'm getting careless about hiding my shit. I just really don't care anymore.
In other news, I'm back in Kentucky. I've not even been here twenty four hours and I can already literally feel it sucking the life out of me. I swear to you, Kentucky is nothing but a black fucking hole.
I need to take a couple days to recover from shit, then I'm on the job hunt. I figure I can get one regular job, and then go work at the Vu for some quick cash. I'll probably make more at the Vu than I would at the job. I don't frankly give a damn at this point, all I know is I need to work my fingers to the bone to get the fuck out of here. I'm not going to let this state kill me again. Not when I've just started to feel alive.
I've been having a lot of weird shit going on with Erik. Since we broke up, he's been acting really fucking weird and saying really fucking shitty things. And he keeps saying things here and there that are obviously meant to get under my skin. He's making me feel like shit, so I guess it's working. I don't regret breaking up with him by any fucking means, and I don't miss him at all. I just don't like the sudden feeling of being completely unappreciated throughout the whole seven months. Now that it's over, the way he's acting, it's like nothing meant a damn thing to him. And maybe it never did. Fuck that. Fuck him.
I've come to realize that I cannot have relationships with people that think like normal people. Erik may be far from normal, he's full of problems and mental issues, but his thinking process is still very much normal. He's not unique and he never was. He's just another broken kid beyond repair.
In other more personal news, I no longer have one perfect arm. I was staring at it one night after chugging four jagerbombs back to back, and I was suddenly very annoyed at the smoothness. I decided that I hate the even color and the absence of texture. So I put an end to that.
I'm getting careless about hiding my shit. I just really don't care anymore.