some old photos. i dont really have any uploaded anywhere x.x
It’s almost frightening at how soothing it is to balance everything on an edge of a blade. How simple things look; clear cut and simplified to a yes or no question.
It’s almost a rush at the feeling of control. And that makes it that much more terrifying, yet thrilling.
and now to feed the dog his dinner, then curl up into a depressive coma until i have to go to work.
tired of this mood-swing shit over absolutely nothing.
Will i always be someones back-up? That I’m destined to never be the first option, just the alright looking nice guy who can be trusted?
I guess i really am that ugly to only win through personality to and niceness