satan and green peas.

i feel like for the longest time i have been trying to do all the right things, say all the right things, believe all the right things, act the right way...

i am sick of it.

this whole life thing was much easier way back when... all the older people in my life were right: kids really don't know how good they have it. recess, snacks, tether-ball and wall-ball, wrapping paper fights. the worst thing in life was the task of finishing green peas, those disgusting little orbs of concentrated satan. but now it's making rent, turning your life around, trying to juggle your heart and your mind without breaching the line of sanity and insanity. my heart and my mind are spent.

and i am sick of it.

it is time to make some bad decisions.

i used to love writing before all of this happened. now i can barely stand the thought of sitting in front of this damn computer for another minute or picking up a pen and  terrorizing the pages of my sketchbook. what if i gave myself a chance to spill out all of this frustration and pain that i've expertly bottled up over the past year? a year... wow. my god. i don't want to be the girl that writes a melancholy post everytime she bothers to log in.

today is a bad day so i will celebrate the small victories.

i finally posted something. silver-lining.




boom... roasted.