Moon

11-11-14

Inspiration always comes with the most inconvenient timing.

12:26AM

I was never a night owl.

4 years ago you suddenly become a severe insomniac.

Modeling was never cut out for you anyway.. You don't like being told what to do.

rant over

I see you few and far between, but we still meet. You sneak up on me like a virus. You bring out my deepest thoughts, hopes, and fears. You're a narcissistic asshole. You're an artist. You're dark, bloodshot eyes. You're my dreaming when I'm awake. You're...

insomnianiania.......


Life lesson # I forgot where I was on the number scale. Now I have to start over.

When you have a chronic illness, no human is capable of truly understanding you. Not even those with like-terms. Your similarities are worlds apart.

You will likely weed through friends ... because everyone is so high maintenance and you feel like sunshines crap.

If you give a mouse a cookie, he'll make you do a bunch of other shit you don't want to waste your time on.

You will never have the capabilities seek out the companionships that most others have.

And if you're an introvert, just forget about it.

Sail to the moon.

Always tell the people you love. You may not have another chance.

The pigeon is a meanie britches who won't share his hotdog.

Don't ever jump out of a plane with a backpack full of bricks.

But don't forget, sail to the moon

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