I haven’t been writing in this because my only access is via iPhone but I feel as if something in me is not right lately. I am attributing it to the fact that I haven’t been writing at all. So against technological adversity I
am writing in this blog again.
Today is my birthday. It was not a good day. The kind of day that build character you would have rather done without. I guess I got dosed with a lesson of age on a very appropriate day.
I’d like to think tomorrow will be better, but life lately is a string of harddening disappointments that are serving to crystalize an unwaivering cyncism coupling with a crippling social anxiety.
Looking inward I’ve tried to distance myself from the immediate turbulence of everything around me, but a collected center feels more like a gnawing pit of a festering condition.
I want to go where the grass is tall and the trees are ancient: where the world does not know the name of man. Hide me from hurts so that I may live idly and speak openly with it all.
I can’t even really write in this anymore, and when I do all that wants to come out is anger and frustration that not everyone who reads this needs to know about. So this blog is being deactivated. Sorry it was such a short run. I might start a new one and add some people from this one if I ever feel like it. TTFN guys and girls.
I see you run around in circles I see you digging your own holes I see you fight the fight that you just can’t win I see you loosing self-control what it does to me deep down inside I hope you will never know
