I’ve officially run out of things to say. Officially.
This blog has become less of a release and more of a looming entity hanging over my head, trying to catch phrase anything I’ve got going on. That’s some bullshit. So, fuck the mirror-looking-self-directed-reflective-meaningful-advice-to-my-former-self-post for today.
I’ve been going through a major metamorphasis. I found love in a hopeless place, and a best friend from MySpace. I’ve jumped higher than I ever have, cried harder than I can remember, laughed more heartily and all that glitter and gay shit. Soon enough, that’s all going to change, and I can’t do anything about it.
I’ve gotta believe things not only happen to me… but happen for me. The universe is conspiring to CREATE something I have yet to envision. And that’s fine. But fuck, CAN Y’ALL LET A GIRL LIVE?
I signed into my Google Reader today and read this from Dex:
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”
– C. Joybell C.
Well. DAMN Dex, tell ’em how you really feel. Ooh… and I’ve just been inspired for a real post… here I go. ….