Kicking It.
well hi.
how are you?
i missed you. you probably know that though.
i realized something yesterday: im not much of a human being.
i think that being human means that we have this great internal unquenchable thirst inside of us, scorching us, gnawing at our soul— at our minds. its a longing for something better and bigger than what we have.
and who is truly happy?
so here. i’m gonna kick my story now. its starting immediately. its about the shit ive been through and the fears i have. except—
except its not going to be here. because the internet just isn’t safe anymore.
maybe i’ll write it down and everyone can read it one day. i dont know. maybe this has something to do with my own rekindled unquenchable thirst for success. i dont know. maybe i got a new idea of perfection. maybe i want to try it out. maybe i want to rip apart my life from the itty bitty seams until the roaring tear drowns out the screams inside my head- screams wrought with frustration and pure unadulterated anger.
maybe im a little crazy. a little unstable. maybe im fine.
maybe no one will notice.
or maybe they will.
