Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that You’re in my head?
Cause I know that it’s delicate…
Please forgive my absolute lack of anything to say at the moment. I’ve literally had this photo edited for a week and haven’t been able to figure out what I’ve wanted to write about. But I love the photo, so I’ma put it out into the universe anyway.
Continue reading “Confession .189. My Reputation’s Never Been Worse, So You Must Like Me For Me…”
You say that I’m paranoid
But I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me
It’s not like I make the choice
To let my mind stay so fucking messy…
I took this at the wedding sim before I had to take it apart. So allow me to have a bit of a nostalgia moment.
Continue reading “Confession .187. Why Is Everything So Heavy?”
I post a picture of myself, cause I’m lonely
Everyone knows what I look like, not even one of them knows me
Yeah, I just want to drink tequila with my friends
I’m so defeated, I just want this shit to end…
My muse is extra flighty lately. Pardon me while I beat her back into submission…
Also, I’m incredibly unsure how I managed to get the environment to look peaceful and pretty while I have a knife in my hand. I’ve just learned not to question what happens when I’m tinkering around in Photoshop.
Continue reading “Confession .181. I’m So Defeated, I Can’t Get Outside My Head…”
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…
Continue reading “Confession .177. You’re Going Through Six Degrees of Separation…”
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.
Continue reading “Confession .176. I’m Always Ready For A War Again…”
I’ll use you as a makeshift gauge
Of how much to give and how much to take…
Don’t ask about the concept behind this picture. It makes sense in my head. *laughs*
But it IS in the same room as the last one. Sorry, not sorry.
Continue reading “Confession .168. I’ll Use You As A Warning Sign…”
I have so much more to offer
But I’m doing nothing about it…
I’m not good enough…
Sometimes I withdraw from you all… either via not posting in this blog, or I *actually* withdraw from those of you that know me in-world. I don’t talk, I avoid the places I usually hang out at… or I just don’t log in at all. I’m short, moody… and a lot of you tend to wonder, “What the fuck is wrong with you today?”
So… that’s what I’m going to talk about today. This is what anxiety feels like.
Continue reading “Confession .165. What Anxiety Feels Like…”