I came to Earth To discover And how my time has come and gone It is the heavens That open up for me in the End Conscious as a cat

He attempts to talk But nothing comes out No sound No nothing

Where is the rain? I feel good when it rains The rain feels good on the skin Where is the rain? No umbrellas please Just skin and water Down the drain

Sleepy boy His eyes are tired The bed is where He resides His time

They call me the cry baby Where I weep in the sheets Have my hands upon my face Edge of bed Out on the Ether You see me as a Total weirdo

He waves his hand from above The heavenly gates He looks up From the grave He left as peculiarly as he came

That boy blinks He shuts his eyes The spirits have him now

No, this article isn’t about MySpace. No Top 8 or Tom. It’s about Your Space. What do I mean by “Your Space”. I mean simply where you spend your time. For me, it’s my studio apartment. More specifically,

WTF am i doing? Seriously. I show up to work. Make no money. Go home. Rinse & repeat. Stop wasting your life!!!

I have battled with depression and anxiety my entire life. Every day is a struggle. Minute by minute. There are areas of my life that are better than others. There are parts that are working and there

I want a new job. I want to quit. I want to put in my 2 weeks. Today. I still worry about making rent and bills and stuff. I don’t want to worry about this anymore. And it’s really not that much honestly.

This moment will never be the same again. You will lose yourself if you don’t change. Remember this. You are going to die. Will you be looking up at yourself in pure happiness? Or down on yourself wishing

I am grateful for the new people I have met in my life. A positive experience in the last 24 hours has been going to the bitcoin meetup. There is always someone new to meet and a plethora of information

I would like to start a journal of my life. It doesn’t have to be complicated, nor do I want it to be. Simple is best. Doesn’t have to be long entries either. 2 minutes a day about the past 24 hours writing

Today is in the books. Funny story, I thought I had work so that’s how I got my walk in this morning. Whatever works :) I can’t believe its been 20 days exercising. I ought to be proud of that. What have

Haven’t written in a while. Day 15–18 are done. This section is about writing (feel free to skip to a more interesting section) I don’t know why I haven’t written. It’s easy to let it slip up and with

just curious :)

Today I rested. Was hungover. Didn’t get going til 2pm. Pretty much just layed in bed and watched Netflix. All I did was walk to get chinese food at 8pm and walked back. Even though I was recovering from

Late on the post. Writing this from my memory. Pretty much just walked to work. Got at least 25 minutes in. After work was a different story. Got too drunk. Ended up going to 4 bars. I had 6 beers, a shot,

Day 12 started off slow. I woke up around 7:00 am or 8:00 am I believe. I was out the door by 9:00 am or so. Right now its 11:40am as I sit here writing this. I walked to get coffee at my local coffee