A good explanation of where I'm at: ?

Today is the morning of the third day since my last update, and a bit has changed.. Or revealed itself more so in the last hour and I'm bored, so fulfilling my commitment, I'll let you in.

These emotions I've been trying to escape have just gracefully risen to the surface to take another poke at me. Yes, another and I'm over questioning it. I will just

continue on with my day and proceed to hold my head up, carry what's left of me and try not to forget what's hurting me,
because if emotions are forgotten, I've learnt that when they surface from a reminder, they're harder to either suppress or get over... And I've found suppressing it like this does me wonders.

Yes, if I compare my emotions to the senility of my attitude towards my rebellion, I am corrected.
Nevertheless,
I knew it wasn't going to last long. But I'll keep going, for a few more days and I will get some sleep as I know this shard addiction won't ever fail to keep up with me.

My saddened face and fluffy hair, after a long night of attempting to draw and make music. 

My brain is too much of a creative mess for once to execute pretty lines to make anything that good. And to that - I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. I never ended pleased with the music making either.

Something is blocking my leaves to unravel, I'm not sure if I can blame the overflow of inspiration, and blaming my emotions seems to personal to deal with at the moment.

Ooo, it's the silver medal to initiating an ongoing exposure of my life to the big world wide web.
Hello.
Forgive me for giving the rude finger but it symbolises the carelessness for any self destruction that I could be potentially falling into. However, my facial expression isn't sad nor stressed, merely but any of the sort. Also,
I stress the significance of the poster behind me and it's gentle reminder of how easy it is to be happy, or heartbroken to be honest, but that's besides the point;
I'm spiralling downwards beside the curse of rebellion without even sparing the acknowledgement to consider the rules I'm supposed to abide by and somehow I am still rolling on happy, not too impressed with myself, but I'm happy.
I've greeted the devil within once again, and fuck it feels regrettably good. I've been dragged on a shiny fuckin' road for so many lengths of time, carrying all that dirt, all those memories - and regret, only in order to succumb innocence and valuable satisfaction of trying to be good, and succeeding.

Tonight I catch up with two of my old friends, and both have endured my poison, and tonight we rekindle that memory with what we know. We trail on to safely sit happily with ourselves and quench our thirst for self empowerment


I'll write more later.
Dreams are only dreamt.

So I'm starting a scheme, a scheme of me.
I'm going to begin to document my days and growth in a progressing photograph form.
I might mention the sly and informative of my where abouts and what the fuck I'm doing there.
My sister calls me vain,
- But it's not my fault I love the utility of the dear, old and good Photobooth.

The point is to create an image tumble of my health to remind me what is good for me specifically, so I can go on with my days; happy and furthermore, loving the selfies.

To begin this ever so sentimental journal of my dear, fucking face;

And an regards to the where's and the what's is this photo. A new found style of mine; somewhat portraying a psychedelic scale in a moment of clarity. Along with this I have the company of two; one of an excessively manic twan and the beloved old friend of Riley. 

The goon idea's a hit for them, but I'll just stick to tea and darts. 

Bai

I cope with knowing I'm a better person. I struggle to know all my love went to waste.
I love your self empowerment and how it accentuates the greed and misunderstanding in you.

 I've made this blog in appreciation to the rid the filth for sweet.