Honesty [/sarcasm]
Dear Friends, dearest friends and dearests loves
I'll post something in all serious, for you have taken too much of my shit on this site.
The hardest thing i have to do is not a course, a problem, or a lyrics, its something i've learned to do since i was a little toddler: walk across the room and say hello.
Its weird when a mental addiction run wild just in your head and although you think and find more resolve than ever before, and when the time comes to get off my ass, the acid of logic dissolves all i ever built in a fraction of a second. Its seems to go into the back of my mind and i look forward to see something else is drawing my attention in. So i file it away for another time.
its not fustrating, its not annoying, its just like going from content to happy. People are fine with content and can live with content because the definition of the word is to be ok with the position that one is in. one part of me craves the sweet thrill of crossing that line while the other makes logical steps to stay stable and comfortable. I wanna go out of the fry pan and into the fire even if it means i burn myself carbon, because at least then i wont simmer till im done. Because i want to burn with a sweet desire of an uncontrolable fury that breaks down all logic and drives me crazy, on of the life goals i can remember.
I hope one day this week i hope i can finally run out of metaphors and finally say the words i've been wanting to say. And to anyone and everyone that reads this i would like to ask you politely to poke me and to remind me that my computer screen is not a mask from the rest of the world. Tell me that you know so i can get on with my life and burn alive.
ty to all who care to read
I'll post something in all serious, for you have taken too much of my shit on this site.
The hardest thing i have to do is not a course, a problem, or a lyrics, its something i've learned to do since i was a little toddler: walk across the room and say hello.
Its weird when a mental addiction run wild just in your head and although you think and find more resolve than ever before, and when the time comes to get off my ass, the acid of logic dissolves all i ever built in a fraction of a second. Its seems to go into the back of my mind and i look forward to see something else is drawing my attention in. So i file it away for another time.
its not fustrating, its not annoying, its just like going from content to happy. People are fine with content and can live with content because the definition of the word is to be ok with the position that one is in. one part of me craves the sweet thrill of crossing that line while the other makes logical steps to stay stable and comfortable. I wanna go out of the fry pan and into the fire even if it means i burn myself carbon, because at least then i wont simmer till im done. Because i want to burn with a sweet desire of an uncontrolable fury that breaks down all logic and drives me crazy, on of the life goals i can remember.
I hope one day this week i hope i can finally run out of metaphors and finally say the words i've been wanting to say. And to anyone and everyone that reads this i would like to ask you politely to poke me and to remind me that my computer screen is not a mask from the rest of the world. Tell me that you know so i can get on with my life and burn alive.
ty to all who care to read