It's awwwwrriiiiggghhhttt
It's 4am.
I feel I can write this quite freely due to the sobering fact that no one reads this anymore. Myself included. Shit, this used to be the equivalent of MySpace back in High School. But this isn't High School.
We're no longer poor teenagers trying to get drunk and laid. We're just adults now.
I find it quite comical that the life I used to hate ever so openly would be the one I'd come to love. I wanted out of this place. I wanted some sort of freedom. In the search for it, I found ti all right here. Granted, the future I plan on going isn't the one I envisioned when I graduated, but god dammit, it's mine. The grand illusion that I thought was what I wanted only showed itself to be the same one that a million other hopefuls have.
I can't say that I've led the best life. I can't say that I've led the most honest. I was reading the "7 Principles" that I was going to lead myself by, and while I lived up to most of them (quite unknowingly) the others have merely become quirks in my personality. Who the fuck did I think I was back then? Not the man I am now of course. But still, to be so cocky, to know know anything, Jesus, I was dumb.
I still am, just a little more edged.
I'm taking advice that's been given to me several times over the past 2 years. I'm finally going to start writting a book. Although, certain circumstances must come into effect first. But it's coming.
Haha, a part of me wants to start selling you a story of how I'm depressed, and how my world is falling apart around me. But I can't. For the first time in a long time that I can recall, I'm genuinely happy with my life. Not content. But happy. I used to be worried about my mental state, used to think to much into situations. I'm not going to bullshit you, I still do. But it's my drive. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
There's a cigarette between my fingers. Sleep is beckoning, I need to be at work in 6 hours. But I promise, I'm gonna come back with stories. I've finally foundmy voice.
Took me long enough, eh?
I feel I can write this quite freely due to the sobering fact that no one reads this anymore. Myself included. Shit, this used to be the equivalent of MySpace back in High School. But this isn't High School.
We're no longer poor teenagers trying to get drunk and laid. We're just adults now.
I find it quite comical that the life I used to hate ever so openly would be the one I'd come to love. I wanted out of this place. I wanted some sort of freedom. In the search for it, I found ti all right here. Granted, the future I plan on going isn't the one I envisioned when I graduated, but god dammit, it's mine. The grand illusion that I thought was what I wanted only showed itself to be the same one that a million other hopefuls have.
I can't say that I've led the best life. I can't say that I've led the most honest. I was reading the "7 Principles" that I was going to lead myself by, and while I lived up to most of them (quite unknowingly) the others have merely become quirks in my personality. Who the fuck did I think I was back then? Not the man I am now of course. But still, to be so cocky, to know know anything, Jesus, I was dumb.
I still am, just a little more edged.
I'm taking advice that's been given to me several times over the past 2 years. I'm finally going to start writting a book. Although, certain circumstances must come into effect first. But it's coming.
Haha, a part of me wants to start selling you a story of how I'm depressed, and how my world is falling apart around me. But I can't. For the first time in a long time that I can recall, I'm genuinely happy with my life. Not content. But happy. I used to be worried about my mental state, used to think to much into situations. I'm not going to bullshit you, I still do. But it's my drive. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
There's a cigarette between my fingers. Sleep is beckoning, I need to be at work in 6 hours. But I promise, I'm gonna come back with stories. I've finally foundmy voice.
Took me long enough, eh?