I must mention

That my life is turning to shit.

Completely.

Let me ease you into this, abrupt and blunt.

I plan everything, to the t . I love to organize and destroy things just so I can organize again. Emphasis needed. Or at least understood.

I see my life in a city that has life all around. Not to be contained to the few creative minds that could easily change the world for the good. Not an exclusive group , one that is free and open to new possibilities.

This is where I see myself. In a city called New York City. Yes the home of the many talented and unique people that could be nothing else but themselves. Yet I question if I’m suppose to be there.¬†

I have no real artist talent, that I know of. I hope that I contain at least some. A small amount. That would be wonderful, or fucking fantastic.

My organization skills are not coming into play as they have so many times before, and I have destroyed countless times. My planning skills are not needed I think. More luck I believe.

I think I have plenty of that. Things fall at the place they are suppose to. Always have throughout my life.

This bothers me.

A little too much.

I have rambled enough for today. Just some inquiries.

gothicwife:

just woke up from a dream that included me falling asleep during a vampire weekend concert then standing in line to meet Andy biersack followed by quentin tarantino pulling me out of the line so I could throw dodge balls at dwight schrute

I can’t even

I have acquired

Something new.It has a reputation.

A record player.My very first.

It entered my room and filled this tiny little area that isn’t occupied with clothes or rando souvenirs of my life. That particular place was waiting for it.

Kind of like when you enter a party and you take the last open place among friends. It fit perfectly.It wasn’t crowding anyone or thing.