I intend on posting more here. In a year, this website will look completely different. If not, make sure you call me out on it.
I ventured out into this wilderness with Brian today. We attempted to get some shots.
I'm editing and listening to Atmosphere.
Here are the results:
i wrote you a letter.
i know you'll never write me back.
i don't know how to make the first move anymore.
i used to be such a sweet talker.
i broke down like an old pick up truck in the middle of the desert:
overwhelmed, steaming, & screaming for help.
i want my life to be different.
will you be a part of it?
i'm not a part of some broken hearts club. i'm not some emo kid.
i'm depressed. i'm fucking sad. sometimes i feel empty. and for so long i hated myself for it. sick with the inability to be happy. symptoms: fixation on self-deprecation; acts of self-mutilation; isolation. now, i accept it. it's the only way to actually keep on living. to resist is to continue suffering in denial.
acceptance is purpose.
i have more confidence now. you can't break me anymore. you never could.
if you fuck it up,
that's your fault.
i'm a realist with a utopian dream.
i'll never give up on love.