Happiness.

The strange perpetual duality of happiness has gotten me thinking today I know I don't understand the world but I thought I understood myself I thought I knew who I was and who I am but answers are given and questions don't get asked what am I missing? what is this emptiness inside? and why does it feel so good why does feeling good feel so bad? why must it bring such uncertainty I'm ridiculously infatuated with you so much my mind is playing tricks on me at least I hope so, Fuck I fucking hope its my mind playing tricks on me and not me fucking playing tricks on my mind because I hope this isn't just a change of my mindset because I've given myself the time to give you the time and I made myself believe I made myself believe I was fine I made myself believe I was OK with whatever the future brought my way but I'm starting to doubt the future I'm starting to plan the future and it's getting harder to plan and YOU over there what the fuck is your problem! what the fuck makes you think you have the right to do this to me! making my future easier to plan yet my present harder to live and you have the nerve to come in and doubt myself doubt her luring me into cheap thrills, luring me into love love that you threw away love that you took for granted and now you're trying to take from me I hate that I love you so much It's hard to hate you properly I hate being human and loving what you're doing right now I have so much hate uncertainty depression and questions but yet I'm really happy I hope my mind is playing tricks on me I really do.

Stuck Here.

So the lion fell in love with the lamb. October passed, and i guess so did November, you would've thought I would've learned something... it only makes sense but predator was ok too, not that it makes sense, not that it should, and not that you're reading this, not that I care because fuck you that's why. It can only make sense if you're willing to listen. And you're not, I hope it makes sense to you because I don't get it, then again I'm the one writing it, and I'm running out of glitter. I'm running out of glitter and I can't change the past, more importantly I can't change who I am. Am I happy? why do I want to change myself so much. Because fuck me, that's why. I guess that makes sense.

The Easy Days.

some days are harder than the others, some days are harder... THEN.. the others. some days are fucking easy, maybe too easy it doesn't seem right that i get what i have sometimes it feels like things are just handed to me. but then some days are harder, the memories drill through my mind from one temple to the other crossing the most painful path it could find, erasing every other emotion that brings joy and creating its path of doom and mise-fucking-ry in my head. who brings these conflicts on me? certainly not me, oh God not me, I'm perfect, this is a well known fact, not her, her, her or even her.. although I'm not sure about her... but if even that its not their fault either. I don't get it, is it my fault if i get sick for eating spicy food? or the food company... who do i sue when my mind wont stop fucking spinning around like even the most elaborate state of the art pieces of machinery need an update... as for myself, the most meticulous set of neurons ever created. the perfect mind your majesty and ruler I am still waiting on my v.2.0

i need a good excuse for the alcohol abuse.

12 months 20 pounds hooah level high but going down quick, lost initiative, lost control, don't feel good don't feel bad just sick and tired of being sick and tired. Drank until the bottle was empty but the time still passed and the situation didn't. My body felt sore so I kept on pushing. Set my mind to something so it gets harder but I try, I swear I try. I gave him a free punch to my chest and I got kicked in the balls, then I was too scared to do anything I was too scared that if I said anything maybe I wouldn't even had gotten kicked in the balls I didn't say anything so that maybe soon I wont get kicked but I'll get stabbed in the chest too, like they said I'm supposed to. I, I, I, Me, Me, Me, too many corrections, but I try, I swear I try.

who is Maverick Danger?

Who is Maverick Danger?
there are a lot of possible answers but whats for sure is that he loves hair mettal, motorcycles, fire, bald eagles, flag printed swimwear, and danger is literally his last name.

I HATE BEING SICK

my stupid right nostril is stuffed up, the left one wont stop leaking and my right eye keeps tearing up wtf?!!?!?!

I enjoy making the ocasional rage comic