Auto correct thinks I mean duck every time I write fuck. For ducks sake I am fucking mad! (See how that works)
And I digress...
So, I was saying earlier that I need to get better at this. Seeing that I’m not allowed to be open about disappointment or anger at home, I am expressing it here. I am fairly positive no one reads this, so it’s a pretty open forum to express such feelings. That being said. God, shit, damnit. Fucks for fucking sake I hate fucking being here!!!!! It’s to fucking hot! It’s dry and I wish I could keep traveling, every minute of every day. I could just keep going...
There’s nothing for me here. Repeat. Nothing for me here. No friends, no family, no career. It’s to fucking hot to garden. There’s no great museums, no culture and all the fucking fuck food is to fucking spicy.
Maybe I’ll change my mind tomorrow, but right now I fucking hate it
(Or is it that I ducking hate it?)
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Monday
Shrinking until shrunk
This is the end of a story that I will never start writing. I used grammerky for my spelling and grammarly mistakes. But, the rest is me. C...
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These are of bits and pieces of my life. Snipets of memor, both good and bad. I write them down as they come to me. Just a few words writte...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
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U You You are gone But you will never Ever Be Forgotten Mr. Christopher Larkin