April 26, 2017

just fucking write



i remember the first story i write and illustrated. it was about potato chips, how this sour cream and onion one was adopted.
and when i hit high school, it was poetry. more when i hit college and had time to kill and heartache and depression to deal with.
college brought journaling in full forces and blogging. probably one of the few things i did before it was cool to do.
i wrote, and looking back on it now, gods i was a mess of a 20 something.
so, when i went to see Colt (and Guardians of the Galaxy) back in 2014 and didn’t write for the whole month of August, it was a red flag to myself. there was something so deep and dark in me, i couldn’t put words on paper to sort it out.
so, when i tell you you need to write, its because that’s the only way i know how to get the dark out of me, bit by bit. it’s how i can see things, just the words on paper, sorting out the massive lvl of crap in my head.
write, write the bad, write the good.
just fucking write. i wrote it out and posted it on the internet for the world to see.
it’s how i got here.

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