Frederik21st

for all of those who think that personality issues, paranoia and skewed perceptions might be cute, artistic or exciting, go and fuck yourselves. Dear [bigger] baby me, you too. Fuck you. Just look back at the bloody timeline you've created, even here. anyway, i realized how much i've exhausted my karma. weird enough, with realization comes motivation. and a clearance. meanwhile, right now i feel like a whole person, which hasn't been the case in... (afraid to count). flawed, but whole. and i got a bunch of things to work on, including words and images to take out of this thick head of mine, ergo this journal. this is me vowing to leave the

okay, it's nearly march again and i'm listening to moonspell again and I'm deep down in the shit of my brain. again. this is hell (we know so well). "the situation is very grave. something must be done." (kula shaker reference this time) this late puberty thing and cyclic brainstorms is starting to get on my nerves, along with the rest of the world. i miss all of my wasted years. sometimes i can actually see all that could have been, better or worse. something must be done. everything is all right, actually. as usually. i'll be on it.

fantastic, just fantastic, how fantastic is the world when you do smile it nearly makes me cry. i tiny person in a tiny world, a tiny hand to grasp and clutch and scratch to hurt so much if only it could touch another, yet another you, you're new i only hope it's true now, how you do it, being free and wild? a sulky adult and an angry child?