Ego sum inimicus proprius pessimus meus.

Ego sum inimicus proprius pessimus meus. 

People know me for almost always having a blade on me. What people don't realize is that I give them the knife so often. I give out knives and then open up my chest and yell stab me and then I manage to impale myself whether they help or not. I'm so sick of me.  If only I were brave enough to tell somebody how I actually felt and just get it off of me. As is I doubt I'll see them again. Good job Bourne. You're a real winner.  Now you get to bask in more mistakes, to have more wonderful memories to beat yourself up about. Just quit.





I just needed someone to talk to 
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to
Express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made

I am my own worst enemy.

Life is good

Pretty much what I look like... in some weird alternate universe where I'm actually attractive.  I really have no idea why I have this picture saved, it was just titled "woopwoop".

Life is good.

I know at times it seems like I don't think so, but really this place is my venting place. You see, I've got this problem with being a nice guy. I try very hard never to be detrimental to other people, so I rather let it build up within and then it comes out in a torrent which needs be stopped.

Anywho back with the story. Life is good. There are a hundred thousand little things to be grateful for, and more keep popping up the more I look for them. One of the biggest ones for me, is actually quite small. A simple smile can make a day, especially if you know it's specifically for you.