*Shakes head* You really don’t see yourself as you are, do you? Granted, I don’t know everything about you, but what I do know I like. You’re a great artist, one that is getting better every time I see their work. You’re a wonderful person, one that people are better for knowing. You’re kindness is apparent. Your sweetness doesn’t seem to have limits. You have your problems, as everyone does, but you’re strong enough to work through them and conquer them, and make yourself better for it. Don’t doubt you’re a great guy for a moment, don’t doubt you have artistic skills. Anyone who doesn’t gain from being in your presence doesn’t deserve your time. You give to tumblr through of the people who do talk to you, the people who do spend time reading what your write, the people who do admire your art. You give to the world by being made of awesome, without being an ass hole. There isn’t a reason to not be happy as the people around you because you deserve to be happy and have every right to MAKE yourself happy.
I do say, this thing does have some merit as a social media…
Went to a party last night and had a blast. Got to hang out with a friend that I missed and perhaps we did something we shouldn’t have, not for my sake, but for his. I’ll have to remember to not believe him when he says he isn’t drunk. Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice… still shame on me. I’m sorry.
I suppose I could suppose something about something that might have something to do with someone that might be... me?
Now that is a title.
Yea… I made tumblr on the basis that everyone else has one and I figured I might as well make one too. Of late I’ve frequently found myself with a disturbing excess of time. Because of such I’ve developed this sort of aura that seems to devour anything and everything that has meaning and interest. Books, music, games… they all wither away under the subtly oppressive aura.
So, that said… Hide unless you want me to evaluate you, devour you, or talk to you.
As aforementioned I just made this account. I have NO clue how this works and I suppose I wont until some kind and darling soul tells me. That, or I figure it out on my own and in said process I become tired of this droll and currently meaningless activity. Perhaps this will gain more meaning through time.
Even as I type and narrate to myself the words that appear magically on screen I am thinking that I shall post many many many stories on here in years to come. I suppose I could actually use it for what it was intended… as a blog… but I have a decidedly vague view on HOW to blog.
HOPEFULLY, you could glean some information on who I am. If not, ask away; I hide nothing.