It's 3.30am again.
I'm in a deep dark space I can't see a way out of. I'm not even looking at my typing, just gazing blankly at the calendar on the right hand side of the screen wondering what life would be like if each of us were to acheive everything we wanted to in the time we wanted to. Would we be happier? Is all this worth the wait? I like to hope so, but honestly, I don't know, and I won't know until I've seen it, felt it, understood it first hand.
I'm tired, and I'm hungover, probably not a good combination, and my dreams have been a plethora of weirdness of late.
I don't want to play this game anymore, I'm fed up with waiting, I sit here day after day trying my hardest to dig my way out of this avalanche that has come toppling down onto me since a year ago. Do I have any motivation? Is anything enough to get me out of here? I half think sometimes that I should write a book, and confuse the hell out of the world. Half my thoughts would probably be enough to get me put away for a long long time, and I know "everyone" says that, but I honestly believe that to be true. The difference between me and the people that have been put away is that I know when to shut my abnormally large mouth.
Other side of the planet, last night I dressed up as PJ Harvey, so here's a few of one of my new wigs, and me with Cyndi Lauper.
I'm in a deep dark space I can't see a way out of. I'm not even looking at my typing, just gazing blankly at the calendar on the right hand side of the screen wondering what life would be like if each of us were to acheive everything we wanted to in the time we wanted to. Would we be happier? Is all this worth the wait? I like to hope so, but honestly, I don't know, and I won't know until I've seen it, felt it, understood it first hand.
I'm tired, and I'm hungover, probably not a good combination, and my dreams have been a plethora of weirdness of late.
I don't want to play this game anymore, I'm fed up with waiting, I sit here day after day trying my hardest to dig my way out of this avalanche that has come toppling down onto me since a year ago. Do I have any motivation? Is anything enough to get me out of here? I half think sometimes that I should write a book, and confuse the hell out of the world. Half my thoughts would probably be enough to get me put away for a long long time, and I know "everyone" says that, but I honestly believe that to be true. The difference between me and the people that have been put away is that I know when to shut my abnormally large mouth.
Other side of the planet, last night I dressed up as PJ Harvey, so here's a few of one of my new wigs, and me with Cyndi Lauper.
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You SHOULD write a book, digital format is well... free and you can get money/glory, and you can always dodge the crazy people.
Knowing when to shut up is a fundamental survival skill I never mastered ><
Oh and cute!!