XXXavia

Apparently I felt like writing, today which is funny considering my last journal started out talking about how I wanted to be a writer but sucked at it. This is less about writing and more about the archiving of past work that I have done, that I realized sucks now in comparison. So... most of the top hats will be going. crappy clothing will be going. Most of my self shot pictures will also be going. Art and poetry, well probably not, the older stuff isn't as good, but I only chose to post things I would be fine with being around forever even if they weren't my best work...so yay for that.

I need music for this... That's better. Okay... Where do I begin? At the beginning. The roots? Once upon a time I wrote poetry just like every other depressed teenager I have ever met. I don't mean I met them in high school, no no there weren't many people besides me I knew that wrote depressing poetry in high school, and I was a stereotype, angry teenager, who thought it was special because I was different. Then you become an adult and realize there are a lot of people like you, and some of them are more tortured and abused than you, and some of them are naturally better at, or worked harder at a skill, they have a more interesting sto

There was a time that as soon as I got new pictures... I would upload them everywhere, and spend a week doing edits and I sort of...stopped doing that. So with a new website in the works I have been doing a lot of photo organizing, and there is a lot of art that I don't even have up on the internet anywhere... So soon there will be updates... First frontal lobotomies for EVERYONE!