Rife, At least you were mature to an extent.

2 years ago

At least you were mature to an extent.

You’re with me all the time, the drugs can have my mind. Speaking of digression, I think I’m going to get back into this. Only this time it will probably consist mainly of actual blogs instead of reposts of pictures. Don’t get me wrong, if I find some awesome video or picture, you best know I’m about to repost it. When I left Tumblr back in July or August, or whenever, I had the feeling that everything was going according to a picture perfect life. Life can’t be picture perfect, of course, but the facade of everything around made the summer ecstasy. The ecstasy faded with the color of the leaves, but as of now I find apathy or indifference toward all situations. What once preoccupied me now just leaves me feeling there is more that I’m missing. More that can fill a void. This void is so lackadaisically tormenting. Writing helps me lessen the void.