I don't care if you hate the things I say. I don't care if you love it. All I care about is how what I say makes me feel. These are my thoughts, my words, my bare soul. Who the fuck are you to judge me ? You're just a set of eyes gazing over my page. You analyze what it looks like, how it sounds when say it out loud, how it makes you feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel. Love it or hate it; I'm still going to write, and it'll be honest. Which more than what most can say about their blogs. Fuck a conscious mind. Free yourself from the restraints of what others think of you, and instantly the world looks differently. Live a life that makes you happy, because at the end of the day, you're the one who has to face the world in the morning.
None of this made sense. Fuck it.
|Yes, I admit I find him attractive in all sense of the word.|
Deal with it.