Doing a bit of fire breathing, my boss capturing this photo at just the right time. I love this photo.
Why do I feel so unhappy all the time? Is it my fate to be this way, was I the chosen one to be like this so others can be happy? If so please someone tell me. If that is the answer then I will gladly accept it. If not end my misery.
This is my first drawing to reach over 20k notes. and not only that, but it did it in only a few days. holy shit
I tread on memories past trying to remember it all, yet I stare into the abyss of murky water only seeing parts. I know what’s best though it feels as though I’m magnetized to worst. I don’t know what to do anymore and giving up is not an option. Though it’s highly tempting as do many have tried it passing and failing. I slit my wrist once, and tried shooting myself in the head with a 357. Magnum only for the round to be a dud… So that is no option to me anymore. I walk a fine line on yarn only to see it is holding true. My dreams all very different, but same. It’s the one place I seem sane. To this note I say goodnight as I close these weary eyes and drift to sanity.
Deprived from rest of body and mind, weary at all times. Sleep the one thing I wish I did more of. I lay in bed pondering of dreaded and happy times. My health decaying before these heavy eyes left with one thing on my mind… of how life is on the other side.
As my title goes, it has been a while… I had so much for this social site Tumblr. I might restart my thoughts, pry open my ideas get my mind out there. I myself seem insane to my sleep deprived eyes. To others I’m a good friend, to others an asshole, a great lover, a horrible lover, and le piece de resistance a nobody. I feel as though I suffer from multiple personality or the honest fact that I feel no emotion for anybody, or action. Here I might find sanctuary until I reach the fine line towards my next step and proceed.