New York, 1968 (by asterisktom)
I am me… who ever that will be.
I’m 25 about to turn 26 in a few weeks and I’m lost.
I was going to talk about all the things that led me to my recent ruin.. instead I’m going to write about everything I’m going to do to dig myself out. I have made an internal decision, somehow clicked a lever in my heart.. to not care what others think about me. I’m just going to do what makes me happy create things that I want to create, write things I want and feel I need to write and so forth without minding how insane or stupid others may think I am. I have made the decision to fight for my life, myself, and my creativity.
Weather you are on board with me its up to you. I’m going to live my fucking life and I no longer care if people “let” me.. I am letting myself. You see, I wont ever find myself truly unless I cut the chains of others judgment… and I have a reving chainsaw in my hands.
