I swear I'm in the right mood to write the right message to who ever checks this blog. Look this whole year has been wild not physically but mentally. I'm about to be twenty and it makes me like, any kid wonder, how old do you have to be to die from old age. You see, from what I've seen in the most incredible people is pain..... Frustration, desire........ Looking at life pissed asking why it isn't in order like the books we read. These paintings I see that have story's hidden in the cracks remind me so much of the mental images I have, that broke my heart. And my heart means everything to me, quite frankly everything can't go your way. So I let it be. Until then you can't find me. It's not that I'm hiding, and it's not for a thrill, it's emotionally wise not to say. One day you'll understand, maybe the same day I do. Onehundredthousandmillionplus.
Yours truly,
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