Muse: Come Find Me
Because you’re quite the elusive bitch. (end)
A Fundamentally Flawed Disposition
I’m finding that I spend more time wishing I was someone else than appreciating who I am and shaping who I want to become. What a waste of life. —- But how do you actually go about and fix something so deep-seeded? Shrug. (end)
The Adaptation To Spectrums
It is raining today. It’s in the middle of freaking July, and I’m wearing a sweatshirt and a scarf and I’m shivering as I type this. The world has turned upside-down. —- No, no it hasn’t. Not literally, anyways. Though in this existence, full of inattentive expectations and tinted perceptions, turning the world on its proverbial head requires only a simple act of...
The Exasperation Of Growth, The Misplaced...
Words, words, words. Fuck it. Over it. Writing is pointless. (end)