It's barely been a few months and I'm already fiending for a new tattoo. I'm going to call my guy today and see if he's free. (:
Update*** February 25, 4:13am
Got a new addition to the tattoo collection. Tight.
I know I say all these things and I said all these things in the previous entries. About living and feeling life and about it being worthwhile, and it is. And I meant it genuinely. And I'm trying to stay happy or be happy. But it's tough. I wish I knew the explanations to these highs and lows so that I could be rid of the lows once and for all. I can't seem to find the resolution as to why moods change without warning or without trigger. I said all these optimistic and hopeful things- and I am an eternal optimist, but that still doesn't take away the fact that I can't seem to get there all the way even when I'm trying to so hard. I'm failing miserably and I can't stop fucking up and fucking things up. But I just need to keep on trekking and trying over and over again.
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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