There are many things in life I have gotten rid of. In the past I used to make a habit of trashing things I feel unnecessary. I hate clutter, and I easily feel claustrophobic when buried under needless shit. Purging is therapeutic to me. It’s like a new beginning. A new lease on life. I treated people no different. Every now and then I would scroll down my phone list and just delete. No...
Contemplative moods inspire me to write. So does alcohol or emotional occurances, but I’m neither drunk or moody at the moment. I’m just in one of those flows right now. Maybe it’s because I’m listening to Frank Ocean - Swim Good in my room with the lights turned off. A few weeks ago someone told me I was a good writer, and that it’s something I should never...