i can't really tell you when I stopped writing but if i was to take a wild guess i would say most likely around the end of high school. Sitting in a boring classroom provided the opportunity to do something less boring.

so today at the confusing age of 37 i'm going to be sharing. I'm not sure exactly what and the voice in my head is already telling me i'll probably write 2-3 times before I quit and forget this site even exists. Talk about the asshole in your brain.

i feel like there is no better time in my life to reflect then when you are strapped naked dangling from a bridge. exposed. anxious. scared. and not sure what will happen.

i am in love and I am grieving. Half of me is falling and the other half is soaring. I'm being pulled by 2 hearts, 2 brains, and I am stretched beyond comfort. Today I cried in the office lol. That's a first.

well I don't want to write an entire fucking novel on my first post because that voice in my head is winning and is telling me "don't be that guy who barfs and never cleans up". I hope I can come back here in a few days and write again and empty out the barn. 

★i want to shot out Abdullah and Marco for being amazing humans. I love the both of you.