Confession .177. You’re Going Through Six Degrees of Separation…

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle…
Fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth is when you admit, you may have fucked up a little…

First of all, someone please explain to me how I shot and edited this photo drunk and it still looks better than most of the other photos I’ve done lately.  *Chuckles*

Also, I’ve blogged this song before… years ago… with that exact chorus up at the top of the post.  Not sorry.

Anyway… I’ve been going through something the last couple days that I promised people I’d try to unpack here in this post.  If RL issues aren’t something you’re here to read about, or if you’re triggered by severe illness stories, then I’ll see you next time.  To everyone else… hi…

Confession .176. I’m Always Ready For A War Again…

I fight the world, I fight You, I fight myself
I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left
I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept
I’m tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps…

So I took this picture what feels like AGES ago… when really it was… several days ago.  Getting back into the swing of the RL work thing has just left me coming home and having zero motivation to sit in Photoshop.  Especially when I’m getting kinda headache-y with the live music in the lobby every night.

Confession .175. These Hands Could Hold The World, But It’ll Never Be Enough…

All the shine of a thousand spotlights
All the stars that we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough
Never be enough…

“I’m trying to hold my breath… let it stay this way… can’t let this moment end…”

I’m struggling.  And the only thing I know to do when I’m struggling is to write about it… so you’re getting a bit of a glimpse into my head and my heart at the moment.  If you don’t want that, then feel free to scroll to the end for credits and I’ll see you next time.  ♥

To the rest of you, hi…

Confession .174. I Think She Means Well, But Man I Can’t Tell…

Immediately we find out then
That I can be blamed for this
Well, then You just figured out today…
And You’re so sweet You say
Go now and get Your own life and live it Your way…

This picture is having a ‘thick thighs save lives’ moment.  And I’m here for it.

Today’s outfit is kinda special… for a completely unspecial reason. Lol.  Let me tell you a story…

Confession .173. Hold Me Tight, Or Don’t…

I got too high again when I realized I can’t not be with You
Or be just Your friend
I love you to death, but I just can’t, I just can’t pretend
We were lovers first, confidants, but never friends
Were we ever friends?

I’m back!  Sorry it took me, like, a whole week to get my shit together after my mini-vacation in New Orleans.  It was just such an amazing time, and I came back ready to hit the ground running on some other stuff, I kinda tripped and forgot the whole “take pictures” aspect of my life.  Lol.  Never again!

Well, that’s a lie… I’ll probably flake again at some point.  But never purposely, and never because I don’t love youuuu!

Confession .172. And We Can Pick Sides, But This Is Us…

And don’t believe the narcissism
Where everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we’re united under our indifference…

I run out of stuff to say… often.  That probably doesn’t seem likely, or possible, to some of you… but I do run out of stuff to say.

And then some of y’all open your mouths and remind me why people irritate me.