Not gonna lie but I woke up feeling pretty shit about today. Birthdays are supposed to be happy occasions but of late, it has just become a more and more irritating concept to me. The fact that the year began on a sour note did not make things any better
It has been a while, and it is now February. Crazy that the first month of the year has ended. I’m in the mood for something
We have, once again, come to the end of another year. The fact that time just speeds by does not quite faze me anymore. I’d like to think that with age, a person somehow just learns that nothing ever goes as planned
For someone who’s always loved writing, you have a way of making me form a slight and unnerving hatred for it. You disrespect my art by saying that the words that letter my pages are insulting
