Was intending to go over some of my music, but a restless night found me click-clacking away here.

Certain times I think that what i REALLY need to do, is to de-clutter the space in my mind to help myself move forward in life.

But being broke just doesn't allow the above thought. I simply cannot afford to stop and think about my mental well being, just because.\

It's funny, how, sometimes the people who know you best share none of your genetic makeup.

What I wouldn't give to seek the uttermost inner peace with myself.

I've way too much angst against everything.



Karma's a bitch, only if you are one.

The past is a nice place to visit, but certainly not a nice place to stay.


Sometimes i really wonder, just what the fuck did i do wrong in my previous life.