a not so triumphant reutrn
Why I stopped documenting my thoughts I don’t know, I wish I hadn’t cuz then at least there would be something of marginal substance to read. I don’t even know if that’s a lie or not, I guess that’s optimism. The god’s honest truth is that I wanted to write in my journal but I felt like actually writing in it felt too concrete and I knew it was just gonna be rants and rambles of shit that didn’t matter, or at least not anything I’d like to keep record of.
So to wrap up the gap from the past year? there was a handful of failed (love) affairs, some epic psychedelic trips, and downsizing the friend circle..and thus is life. I work just as much as having 2 full time jobs and I cater to my wants and desires everywhere before or after work. fuck work. I didn’t come here to talk of what suppresses me and dictates what I can and can’t do with my time. If anything tumblr is my canvas and this is where I come to paint my feelings. what a faggot thing to say, but this is honestly my catharsis.
It’s raining out, otherwise I would’ve ran until my brain got tired of trying to be healthy..or I might have just been a lazy ass and turned on some tunes while I tuned out the worries of the daily grind. In doing all of this I’m hoping to get out all the icky shit I feel before I rest my eyes at night.
Being a realist helps me sift through bullshit faster and being an optimist helps me say fuck it…somewhere in that we walk the line
