Wake Up, Smile.

Los Campesinos - You! Me! Dancing!


As you might have read below, last night (or should I say this morning) I was embracing my inner fury because of a little incident. All's good though, because I woke up feeling better, hoorah. And that is what I absolutely love about sleep, how much better I feel about things in the morning. It's a comfort to know that my rage can be eliminated by sleeping(possibly because it was caused from a lack of...) and just letting go of a situation for the night to consume. Yesterday's fights are yesterday's, and today is a new day. It's easy for me to move on from things, but I am reckless and harsh when it comes to arguments...I realize it must be difficult to accept something like that. Kudos to you, Ryan for putting up with it for so long.


I already have one finder! Yvonne, I am truly impressed with your questionable admirable stalker investigator skills. You are my first follower! Yay, major brownie points for you Von. I must write another letter to you (hand-written this time).

Today was okay.
Seems like everyday I recieve more information about conflicts or scandals. I feel nauseous when just thinking about having another person tell me more painful stories that I really don't want to hear or get notified of the latest details of some fail/suffering couple. It's okay to get all giggly about some things, I mean like I'm not saying I dislike gossiping or just having playful talks about how attached some couples are or how much of a "hoe" some chick is. But there are limits, and these conversations must be taken in small doses. I have nightmares where I tear my hair out or where I'm being hunted down by gangs. I know how much shit I'm carrying in my head and I'm not proud of it. In fact, it's an illness that plagues my conscious mind. I don't know what to do once I'm burdened with stories or secrets that mustn't dance off my tongue. It's hard. I know things that could hurt someone, could break people up, could change everything right now. One person with the devil's secrets. If I could, I would tell everyone of the deception they live among. I would tell for the act of justice and truth, because at least the lives they live will not be foolish ones.

Once you know a secret, the world seems to get smaller.
I wonder if I'd tell after things have changed. Let's say, in 3 years?
Maybe.
But I doubt there would be any point in that.
There won't even be any chance of justice when it's already over.