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I don't know how to write, I just know how to have fun. ~* XD



So yeah, I'm that artist. Call me the worst writer of the world, I am proud of my work, I'm confident to call it my own, my ideas, my creation, my forbidden I'm not following anyone, I'm not caring about the story rules, the order of things, what all story books are like or wasting my time pleasing anyone.



And if yeah all give me hard time. Let me remind ye. You didn't invent English, you didn't invent Grammar, you just follow someone else's rules and expected it was the only truth.



Well, what if you could actually change something about English history, wouldn't that be remarkable.



So I win even if death takes me before I finish. I win, I got a glimpsed something special. ~*



I don't need to give fucks of being popular and successful this is all I need to keep building and creating. ~*



If forever or to a well-earned finish.



Sincerely: Not a writer, but a fighter, artist rebel and an experimenter, a creator (;

What was very interesting. When I started stories with friends in my teen's I never got the motivation to actually write something. There be doodles. But never write.

I must have known we wouldn't be friends anymore.

Then there a time, I'd right back and forward for awhile but then eventually stopped as that childish asshole and I no longer communicated.



All the years I hesitated to do projects was for a reason: so "my story" could be born. ~





Doing nothing can truly mean doing something. ~

It's cool all I need is to work out for 5 minutes in the morning, have awesome online friends to talk to and keep busy with my hobbies to keep happy. ~

I actually find if you do 3 or 5 or 10 minutes of exercise in the morning doing anything to get the heart pumping. You open the door to motivation and creativity ( :



Sometimes I am easily depressed and worn out person. But when I do a few minutes of weights after I get up. I got this new energy. ~



It's really neat. And exercise can be anything; jumping around, doing ninja skills to running around the house. ~

The depressed, every day, swarmed in horrible thoughts , insomnia wearing out the mind in the perspective of confusion, weighted down by overwhelming dreams and stings of regrets, humiliation.



Now they lie awake craving of revenge. Yet what is revenge? Reverting to old violent asshole ways and spewing out malice comments anonymously to the enemy or is revenge a physical attack on enemy in reality



No, those actions are pointless, a cycle of worthless hate, bitten by karma and rotten precious time.



To truly make our enemies suffer. Is living a long and healthy life, to find happiness without the reliance on an object or a person; outsmarting the fuckers out what really happiness is, collecting an army of friends that strengthen the soul, possessing skills and mind-blowing knowledge those fuckers can't get their hands on.

That's is fucking revenge!



Artists have been buried under for too long.

Yet one day they will wake up and discover the answer is not within other sour opinions or the worshipping in comments. The reason to live is with their art, to breath they must keep creating or they crawl back and rest with the dead.



It up to them to decide if their day of revenge will be today, tomorrow, a decade, or a century.



As this saying inspired me: Don't go crying over what you didn't fight for. ~



Now I am remembering what I am fighting for. I want my revenge. ~ (:

A time when a billion Canadians fatten themselves up: gluttonously on turkey, potatoes, and pie; regretfully groaning endlessly for hours after fourths with belly aches.



Ah, our greatest autumn tradition. ~

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Dakotah
14:28 Oct 08 2016

Yeah, that time of the year.

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I love it! I don't want to remember every fucking detail. What I did it's in the fucking past and now buried in the I can't recall dump.





I don't remember, I don't remember this, I don't remember them, I don't remember what going on, I don't remember what they comment, I don't remember giving a fuck, and I won't remember this journal. And that's the best thing.



New memories yet to come old ones tossed in the dump.



Building memories to what is important, forgetting everything that useless.



Keep forgetting. ~ (:

No longer victim.



Only stands as the villain, I may never murder, have a criminal record, but I've done thing mentally twisted to remove all toxic assholes to better my life or plant my insanity in fresh discombobulated minds.



I get a kick when people think I'm crazy and are scared of me. ~*



Anyway, in the end, damages had been done. I fucked things up. ~



I didn't become a better person, I became a better villain. ~*



Who will always be cool to their friends, family, animals, polite to strangers and to coworkers work. (: