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no ones perfect so I’m not gonna sit here and tell you I am ive sat around long enough trying my best to understand that yeah, I’ve made mistakes and it’s not like im proud of making them It’s like my morals were absent because my mind was hating them. But that was it, my mind wasn’t even around to tell me otherwise I became an absent minded person or simply put, “just like the other guys.” you can think that I don’t care you can think that I wasn’t fair just because it’s not out there in public doesn’t mean that hurt and the guilt wasn’t there but I wasn’t just gonna sit here and drown in a bunch of songs life became a class I enrolled in to learn from my wrongs ive beat myself up more times than thought I would turns out I never stopped until I knew I was good. It’s very uncharacteristic of me and totally against my lifestyle. But it’s hard to make decisions when your conscience goes away for a while.

tumblr is a place for some tumblr is a place for none. tumblr is a smoking gun to those who have the creative fun. tumblr is a source of inspiration tumblr is a place for admiration tumblr is time in condemnation do you wanna be here? Oh look, a jar; it's Mason. tumblr is a canvas for artists or wannabes my place for when ideas fall on me it doesn't matter whether you suck or you're great bc tumblr is an art assignment without the worry of being late. ideas come off the brain and onto this digital medium. it's social too, so be careful what you're feedin em. instead of getting retweets, you can get reblogs. Likes and questions and even photos of dogs. If a new albums drops thats exclusive to a system.. you bet it'll be on here, but hurry before you miss em. tumblr fits some people so perfectly like a glove tumblr is the product of Twitter and Pinterest falling in love.

creativity stems from those and them who evoke a feeling that the brain sends. it travels through your veins like a sailor coursing a river just the thought of blood is making me shivver but in a way that my creative juices are brewing steam rising up from the cauldron of thoughts construing words together to try and make them mean something more than just what the definition seems to be imbuing. but i dont know. i won’t know how this goes. I’m merely writing this to get my brain to flow because it seems my technical side has caused my creativity to hide so i’m trying to get things to go so i can let whatever was inside out because my mind relative to my body is like a pocket with a lock on it. Can’t move my creativity because it feels like there’s a rock on it So i’m trying to get my mind to move in a direction even if it won’t be smooth. I dont want to lose it, so i refuse. i’m gonna push and push until i get in the groove. 

where has my creativity gone?

Got a lot on my mind.

Hi everyone I'm still alive. I'm more private, anti-social, and lowkey than ever, but I'm still alive.

I can’t explain too much mentally Being out of touch didn’t happen accidentally I’m a long way from home so actually.. I’m physically here, maybe my mind has to get back to me. It wasn’t just a choice I made But the lack of feelings that led me to evade. I ducked, I left texts unanswered Feeling nothing suddenly became my golden standard. I was feeling full, yet empty at the same time. Filled with dreams coming true, yet with an empty state of mind.  I was keeping myself in the dark, away from old friends. It’s been just a few months, I could feel my life being pulled from both ends