All that glitters is gold

The warm weather is here and I'm not complaining. The evening obviously called from some blurry messiness.

All medicated geniuses

Sometimes you have a scab and all you can do is pick and pick at it until it bleeds and all you're left with is a bloody mess and a gaping wound. No amount of cover-up will make it less visible. You've gone and done something you never wanted to and there's no turning back. You've become something you've never thought was possible. You regret it, but no amount of salted tears will fix it. You just have to wait for it to heal on its own.

Reality vs. my head

Seeing as how I haven't posted anything in a really, really long time, I felt I should having both the time and the inkling right now. I've been so uninspired as of late, not to mention horribly, utterly bored. And besides, I know at least Monika will read this, making me feel as if I actually have friends in the world. Thankfully my friends have been all very supportive of my unemployed habits - consuming coffee to excess being one. Time seems to move so quickly these days and I seem to be obsessing more than usual. Not to mention over analyzing everything that's wrong with my life - a by-product of my boredom I suppose. But what I'm really trying to say is that sometimes complications in life are self-inflicted. Knowingly. Sometimes all you need to to take a step back and chill. Makes all the difference in the world.