hey whats up im back. i had a baby. got real sad.
i dont know what they call it anymore. but here i am.
i didnt kill myself.
i wont hide from my notebook anymore. i unburied it from all the bukowski and poetry until it was all that was left on my nightstand. i miss the way my pen feels between my fingertips and i hate that my silence is louder than my presence.
i want to write about it but my heart wont pump the ink out. but here i am.
luckily there is no shortage of bullshit going on in this world to piss me the fuck off.
i live for the rage on my worst days. but most days, i live for me. and the beauty that my life can be. thanks for waiting.