Sep 11
Almost time
I was pretty down last night, my trache kept making me cough which colors everything in a pretty bad way. It’s almost time for me to go and I do feel better. Not breathing right makes every other fear, doubt, frustration to be +12. The thing about the blog is, I don’t censor myself at all. I write exactly what’s in my head. Sometimes it’s dark, sometimes it’s not, but it’s always honest.
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It takes guts to put yourself out there so nakedly; I’m always too compelled to rewrite or edit myself, so I barely blog in the first place.
And I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself – I just found out that I’ve got to put my cat of 14 years down, so I’ve been salty and snapping at everybody. It happens.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” – Sylvia Plath
You have more guts than anyone I know.
I’m an asshole sometimes… there’s no reason you can’t be an asshole too.
If you can’t breathe.. Well then be a fucking asshole. Take it out hard Michael. Youre too nice. You need to say Fuck a lot more. If I couldnt breathe properly… I’d Fucking have fucking every fucking second fucking word fucking fuck.