I’m not really sure how to start, its upsetting me. I’m upsetting that this website use to be a place where all my creative crazy thoughts would spill out and erupt. Where my weird metaphorical style of writing was some how understood. I don’t enjoy it anymore its weird. I mean I enjoy this, its my baby, its my fuzzyneonllama baby but life has worn me down. I’ve gotten back up and put a smile on my face as always. I don’t do sadness its a emotion I’m unsure how to handle as well as all my other one. I’m a treasure chest basically full of gold and love, sadness is in there but buried deep deep deep in the bottom. I’ve been thinking alot lately, I mean I’m always thinking but deep thinking. I love writing because its something I can do and not care what people think where judgement it less of a problem then when I have typos. I was thinking of maybe deciding to major in something else like photography, or photo journalism, or even spontanously become a phyliosphy student. I have many scribbled down all over notebooks and post its, that may seem like silly teenage gibberish & babble but they are theories and deep thoughts that i like tapping into and anylizing. I know I just want to do something I’ll never stop loving, I feel like at some point I’m going to stop loving writing, I can feel. And also what my motives are for being so, well me. Maybe I’ll starts doing a thoughts and theories sorta thing on here, with my photography and see how I feel about it.