dawn

Being kind is better, for sure. Any chance you get.

I’ve said it before but,,

Sometimes I just write down the worst.

The ugly and nasty and heinous.

Sometimes the thought process is

“It has to go somewhere”.

So you jot those murder feelings down and they don’t hurt anyone.

On the flip side though,,,

You might be trying to hurt the reader, to like, project and get inside someone’s head,,which is super fucked up.

So you end up with this back and forth…

Either..

1. I am free.

There are no rules in the magical realm of thought and creation. Everything you bring into reality is your own doing. In that way, each of us are made in God’s image…

Or…

2. You have terrible things in you.

And you want to hurt others, even if it’s just through words…

Pretty weird… and uncomfortable.

I tend to go with the first answer.

I love having a place with no rules.

I love being able to show the naked parts,and to say things that I’ve never told anyone.

It feels very,, uh,,”freeing”

We carry a lot of shit, all of us.

If you unload it in the real world, you’re falling into the victimhood trap, which makes you a bitch.

I think everyone should have a place to vent.

And to apologize , and to cry, and to rage and whatever whatever whatever.

Daydream.

Shoot spitballs.

All that stuff..

We all don’t get to have a podcast or an audience , but we all have the power to jot it down…

Sooo,,

I’m sorry but I’m not sorry.

I know who I am.

And there’s only one of me.

Just like you.

I like feeling like there’s no rules, I like that there’s a place with no rules.

It seems like a good place to start.

I wish I owed someone something.

Because I do pay my debts.

I just can’t lend effort to myself.

And that’s a major fuckin flaw.