Dear me,Dear Microsoft word,
I feel strangely emo for some reason right now. I dont think its my fault ok it totally is but my intuition urges me to argue otherwise. Hm. I hate my goals. More my inability to keep them.
I just thought up another idea. Another goal to fulfill.
I hate myself
No, rather my inability to pick up a fucking pen and paper to get these ideas that haunt me out of my head, before I forget them and their whispers lace my brain for the rest of my life, if only their ghosts could have proper burial in the place of rest that is the patience and welcoming space of paper. Although, the world could be thought of as hell to the ideas of the human, thrown bare naked into the judging eyes of the camera and never ending torrent of demonic haters that prowl the internet behind the greatest mask of ananomosity, ready with their burning tongues so that your idea may catch fire in its vulnerable state. But the fire is a lie to the idea, it keeps living on, a