It has been... A while.
I want to start writing again, and sharing odd little bits and pieces that fall from my brain cavity and spill themselves here on my small corner of the internet, because it is a part of myself that I miss.
My creativity (all varieties that I possess) has been squashed and melted down and it has been waiting for me to pick it back up again and refine it. I hasten to admit, that I am a teensy bit rusty after such an interlude... However, I intend to put in the effort to pick it back up, brush it off, and give it the care, effort, and attention that it requires in order to come back to life. The same can indeed be said of myself.
I cannot say for sure how often I will end up writing... But I will give it my best. I have ideas wriggling around up there. Thoughts that I wish to share with anyone who cares enough to read them just aching to be released.
And so, I will relent and, at least make an attempt, to set them free.
Friday, 25 March 2016
Monday, 4 January 2016
Dear 2015...
You sucked. Like, you seriously sucked major donkey testicles. You ripped things apart, you wore me down pretty damn good towards the end, and you stole one of my favourite people from me. For that last point alone, I hate you. You made me want to hurt myself. I even thought about killing myself too, so thanks for that!
I got caught up in the middle of so much fucking drama, despite trying my hardest to avoid it. Mostly that of my parents. You made it tear me apart from the inside to remember all the actual good times I had with them growing up. All the rare moments of joy during the winter holidays are long gone and I was miserable as fuck trying to forget it as much as was possible.
Nothing stayed the same. Everything that could have changed, did. And it's set to continue to do so in 2016 by the look of things...
You weren't entirely crappy though, so I appreciate that. I was entirely happy sometimes.
All I ask for 2016 is that things settle down for a while. I need things to settle down, and just stop. I need a moment for a breath. I'm too tired and stretched too thin to take in too much more change. It can't be a constant thing like it was last year, I need to stop. For a while.
I got caught up in the middle of so much fucking drama, despite trying my hardest to avoid it. Mostly that of my parents. You made it tear me apart from the inside to remember all the actual good times I had with them growing up. All the rare moments of joy during the winter holidays are long gone and I was miserable as fuck trying to forget it as much as was possible.
Nothing stayed the same. Everything that could have changed, did. And it's set to continue to do so in 2016 by the look of things...
You weren't entirely crappy though, so I appreciate that. I was entirely happy sometimes.
All I ask for 2016 is that things settle down for a while. I need things to settle down, and just stop. I need a moment for a breath. I'm too tired and stretched too thin to take in too much more change. It can't be a constant thing like it was last year, I need to stop. For a while.
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