Major addiction (one of my...): consuming information.
Writing is my greatest passion & compulsion; reading is as natural, constant as breathing. Psychology and the people around me endlessly fascinate.
Every feeling, every sensation of mine is real, meaningful, & intense. Everything seems too funny, deeply tragic, or both. Every moment is my right now; I make every excuse & apology for my past; every dream & desire gives my future a new meaning.
Unless we're both on drugs, you'll find I'm not really funny at all.
Wish I'd been born with a sense of humor that others might understand, but nobody gets what I'm laughing about. I love words too damn much, they are the building blocks of my reality.
Awkward; irrelevant; exuberant; sometimes capricious & unreliable; forgetful; always over-empathetic = possible words for me.
Talking too much, making friends & getting weird, and uh, drugs and shit, yeah.
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