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.
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