Let Live the Skeletons

Real irritated. 

I know it is of typical post teenager "twenties" syndrome, but seriously, when can I take control of responsibility and enjoy myself?

Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat.

At the Base of the Giant's Throat

I can't really catch a break. This has been the roughest year I've ever experienced, but somehow I'm managing to stay level-headed. I've put over $2000 into repairs for my car in the past 5 months or so just to have some fuckhole slam into last night and of course drive off. I didn't know about it until my neighbor told my parents this morning. It turned out to be less damage/cost then I'd anticipated and my loving Aunt offered to pay for the damage. I am so very thankful for my family and close friends. Thank you for keeping me sane. Oh, and you too music. Fuck, I hope I pass my exams this week.

Lights in the Sky

I've never met anyone else with such an irregular sleep pattern as I.
Somehow managing to stay up all night always puts me in the best morning mood. It's probably because I'm awake to enjoy it, and there also lies no fear of waking up late for work, which has been all too frequent lately.

Speaking of sleep, I had a highly involved car accident in a dream the other night. Apparently it represents how much distress I've been in because of a certain forced path I'm on. Go figure.

Speaking of dreams, I know for the most part they're involuntary, but I need to learn how to shake certain ones. Certain parts of my life are gone and are no importance to me any longer. I need not be reminded all the time when I'm fucking supposed to be at a state of peace.

Last night's weather was beautiful. Fuck.

Apnea

I can't even begin to remember, what satisfaction feels like.
21 years old, and entirely scatter-brain.
I used to think I'd be somebody.


I need a paid year off, to live somewhere like Alaska, or Sweden, and do nothing but use visual and mental inspiration to record libraries of music.