Welcome to my journal. I write too much but talk even more. The filter between brain and mouth is made out of gossamer silk much like the one between my dreams and my finger tips. The only way I can make sense of this world is to have it out of my head, theyre just too much to keep inside. I throw out thoughts and ideas much like an artist can throw paint on a canvas, and I can only hope its as beautiful. I am in fact one of the most ridiculous people you will ever meet, at least outwardly. I just think its fun. Above all though I am scared and I am hyper-conscious of myself and surroundings because I take pride in driving into the very heart of every single thing I do.
Every post here, grocery-list bland accounts, random fangirl flails, rants of self-loathing and contempt, all of them are real and untouched. Its the chronicle of my journey to live, and love, a life deliberate.
And I'm alive And I don't need a witness To know that I survived I'm not looking for forgiveness I just need light I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution