I think today is the day;
where its time to start going on adventures by myself, to sit under that tree I've been yearning to gaze upon and just sit and write. write until my hand becomes so sore, until my hands slowly feel as if they were disintegrate from my limbs,
Write all the negativity out that i could feel it overflowing and that is already defining me right now.
So I can just sit watch people go by, and write about it. Write about how their blank face endures the same old pitiful routine that they are so longing to change, but for some reason they can't.. as for I was in that same boat.
But i jumped out of that boat, committed to my death of new life, to new experiences to reflect who i am, and reflect who i am surrounded by;
to finally start feeling good again.. and not having that happy feeling last a couple days, before I cast myself back into the shadows.