So I could write a lot because since I've written my life has imploded on itself. I've messed up fatally but why write to the air space about things I barely can bring my own head to accept.
Today I woke with artistic creativity and mah lullaby in my head - somethin about the thought has kept me going for awhile and once I broke down and lost my vision  I felt as though my dreams were crushed.
Im not well and wouldn't expect anyone to feel bad or want to help. We're all selfish creatures i just feel ripped in two so let me write to infinity what im feeling.
After my shower i will go on a ride and listen to music i would like to record a song