signs

So after the cheer, it seems this year ended with a whole new set of rules.

This is a ranting "journal" type post, which hints that I may be able to go back to my original ways of expression, journals, sketching, painting. I hope so, cause Im getting sick of my ways these days.

WE all have bad days. bad weeks. those arent truely the thigns that get us (me) down. Its when our light stops shining for a moment.. it takes so much longer for it to get lit again. the older i get, the harder it is. we all know this. I hate self-pity.
shut up and buck up!
but i stand here with that familiar stick in my hand and want to beat the shit out of me. because then id know id be licking the mud i lay on.. with nowhere else to go but up.
so hurry the fuck up and start swinging, cause im ready to fight back.