Maybe I made a terrible decision by coming out to Vegas, maybe everyone was right & I wasn’t ready to do this just yet. I’ve only been here two days & already managed to ’cause damage. I fucked up, no
that feeling of loneliness and despair, no longer exists. I can finally say that after a long fucking three years. For so damn long I thought that was never going to happen, nor did i even at some point think
I can honestly say that for once in three-four years, things are great. I’m happy once again, there’s no drama in my life. I’m living in san diego with family, i finally got a job. There’s a new four legged
→ it’s a trip how things can be ripped & torn away from you so quickly. one minute everythings great, i’m relaxed and feel fine for once in what seems days now. All those things I was worried about, stressed
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair.
Maybe I’m just in a better mood, but I think I’m starting to come out of this drug induced coma, meaning I think I feel a little bit normal today, whatever that means
Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.