edeneye

And I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm thinking to much about nothing.
I used to be in love with serial killers. Now, not so much.
Just Ed Gein. He's cute and sad.
And you got to give Dahmer extra points for creativity.
At least he admitted he had no remorse.

What the hell.

I guess all I'm good at is photography. I can't tell if I am a good writer. What is this. Being this young. It's like I am so young I can't do anything.
The last civil rights issue besides homosexuality is age. Maybe when I am older I will understand, but, see, that is all society's censorship.
Oh my lord, I am ranting and not even intoxicated!
I should go to sleep. Because, for some reason, I continue to feel the need to wake up in the morning.
On my day off.
Of physical labor, anyway.
I haven't shot any photos in a long time. I keep going back to re-edit the scraps I have left, some of which are in my pictures.

I hate manners and ettiqute. It's stupid.