potgreen

The last 24 hours was a topsy turvy, freaky deaky, wishy washy, adventure through the heaven and hell that is my brain. Am I insane? I sure as hell fuckin hope not. Its hard sometimes to love myself, all myself, not just the good, but the bad too. The part of myself that fucks shit up on the constant, regardless of intention. As I search for an even more poetic way to describe my plight and flight through this existence, my attention deficit disorder becomes apparent. Not to mention that I tend to ramble off on random ass tangents meaningless to almost no one. See what I mean? Regardless, Im happy that Im here to breathe this ever constantly changing for the worst air that we breathe. Its comforting to be alive, to have pain, sorrow, misery. My adventure through the freak show that is my life continues to be a never ending journey into the abyss of self discovery.