Ramblings of a Lost Ghost Shell.
Lately I seem to have been under a high amount of stress. Sometimes self-induced and mostly induced by others and as such it has become hard for me to concentrate on what I need and what I have. This is hell, I’m getting myself pushed into way more than I could imagine. Tough decisions don’t come easy, humph funny, of course they don’t. The question on my mind right now and probably yours is wtf I’m I gabbing on about. I generally was not looking out to get into an emotional state of being, I mean heck I was glad with what I was; a cold sentinel being. Minding my own business, but the universe right, it only gives a peek so you forever have that bitter taste in your mouth. The reality hit me as I typed this semi-granny nag, listening to the weirdest playlist ever. I had Rihanna’s stay and diamonds, Nicky Minaj’s bed of lies, Pink’s just give a reason, JohnnySwim. The whole emo/depression bunch, perhaps I should add hotel cabana. Yhp I will add hotel cabana. I owed not only physica...