Since everyone in my household decided to go to sleep so early, I’ve decided to draw. I have everything I need in front of me and a fresh mind to go with it. Not to mention, a bloody brilliant tasting tea to my left. I have slow, soft music playing in my ears and I feel completely at peace.
Life is good.
I haven’t had access to tumblr in almost a week! My apologies for lack of posting ;(
I don’t like it when a new “fashion” comes out that doesn’t suit my body shape, because I then have no where to buy clothes because every shop is reproducing the same shit I can’t wear. For example, dresses that are skin tight from head to toe. Nah uh, never gonna happen.
One day I’m going to turn around and think that these days I am spending now were the best of my life, and I can’t help think I am going to be so very disappointed at what I look back on.
Those days where you know you have to do something, see someone or be somewhere really important but all you want to do is sit. You don’t necessarily feel anything. As in, you don’t even feel sad, nor do you feel happy. You simple feel… nothing.
Or even if you do go somewhere, you don’t feel like you actually ‘belong’ there as such. Instead, you’re just a wandering body really. And all of those people around you, you have no connection with. You could be eating dinner with your family and all you feel is as if you’re just eating with random people.
No connections, no feelings, no nothing.
I’m having one of those days.
Every so often I plunge into a deep pit of depression due to thoughts getting the better of me. Last time, the reason was due to reading Hamlet. When analysing the “to be or not to be” scene I looked far too deeply into it and really considered the way he thought and why he thought it.
Today I woke up and had no idea who Kony was. In fact, I didn’t until about an hour ago when a friendly follower linked me to the thirty minute video. I watched that video and admittedly, cried through 70% of it. I’m still rather emotional as I write this. Aside from all of those absolutely horrific things that that man has done, was utterly terrified me the most is that it has been happened for over 25 years.
25. Years. That is a fucking
long time. I haven’t even been alive that long. Maybe if all those people out there took a second to look into another persons life, they would have been aware of this a very long time ago. I am so thankful that that man did, as I am now aware.
Now, the words from the narrator of that video have not left my head since I watched it. Mainly the area regarding that the world is not a safe place. Which then chanelled my “to be or not to be” thoughts. I would never commit suicide or cause myself any harm of any form purely because I am scared of pain and suffering that I wouldn’t inflict it upon myself, but I cannot help but wonder that sometimes life is just not worth living.
There are not enough things in the world that bring me happiness or joy anymore. They have been over taken by hearing about things like child soldiers, genocide and sex slavery. It never occured to me that these things would happen. I am guilty of being one of those people too wrapped up in their own life to realize that these things actually happen. That the world is not a safe place.
And now I’m sitting here, on the verge of tears, wondering whether or not life is worth it to begin with.
Playing around with fonts and designs for my tattoo. Ah-wweee, the excitement.
There are only a few roads that lead out of this small town I live in and if they are all closed because of this random flash flooding we are having I will actually kick a baby, small animal or infant of the sort. What the actual fuck, I live in the outback. The freaking desert.
WHY MUST YOU RAIN AND RUIN THE CHANCES FOR NOT ONLY ME, BUT HALF THE TOWN TO GO TO ADELAIDE FOR SOUNDWAVE.
Oh man, mother nature has struck at the wrong damn time.
Researching bands for Soundwave and updating my music library. Little did I know some of my favourite bands have albums releasing/already released recently. Awwww, yeeeee!
I finally have access to a computer after about three weeks.
*Queues a million posts*
Whenever I’m angry or upset my mother always told me to have a glass of water or go for a walk. I always thought she was completely full of shit until about 10 minutes ago when I returned home from an hour long walk. I have forgotten all the problems I had or at least they feel far less relevant now. Instead, I’m too buggered to care about them and FRIENDS is on TV. How can I not be happy?
6 week holidays, whyyyyy you go so fast?
Sometimes I really don’t like the replies that people leave on my posts. Others I enjoy, but when all I see are negative comments or “well that’s wrong, you’re wrong, don’t post this”.. It’s like.. fuck off.
My tumblr. A place where I have permission to blog about my thoughts, my feelings, my experiences and basically whatever the fuck I like.
You can have your opinion, you’re entitled to it, just don’t leave it all over my posts when clearly we disagree on the matter. Shut up and ship off elsewhere buddy!
