Maybe you're scared that I'll poison the well. I don't blame you. I've done it twice already. Maybe you just want me to slowly fade out of your life but like an unpleasant wound I just keep resurfacing.
It took me so long to admit I had problems I don't want to admit to them being worse than I feared.
I feel like they could do so much more with Destiny. It's a fantastic universe that I want to know so much more about but they keep drip feeding us and it doesn't make sense. I would have so many question yet my character stays silent.
Everyday I wake up with so many things I should do and in the end I barely function. There must be more than this. There must be. Otherwise what are we for?
If you are part of a group and the majority disagrees with you. How many things do you except before breaking? I have many different beliefs and ideas but I don't want to voice them for fear of being cast out. But I've cast myself out anyway. So in the end does it matter.
Nano particulate adapters. I had an idea for this but it's gone fuzzy now.
Writing is a chore now, Sport is effort, games are just going through the motions. I don't enjoy much anymore. Friends. I enjoy being with them.
I should shower and shave. And get a haircut. But I have a real job. According to some people I have my life together. A jury rigged surface can only hold so much.
I have far to many cascades left in my pocket, I mean drawer.
I might start transcribing my little black book. At the very least it will give me something to do. I've changed a lot though, it's not me. Not anymore, rather the journey of how I got to here from when I came to wellington. A lot like this the time between writing slowly grows.
Yes lets. A trip down memory lane. To make me see my growing pains.
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