Is the secret to give up on being understood and included, and just do weird stuff?

Because I'm tired of talking.

I want to do more art and writing. More kissing. More sunsets. More healthy things and ESPECIALLY more silly things.

Life has been expecting so much serious out of me. It's been damn sad. And boring. Just surviving. Help surely isn't coming but I never give up and I always make it.

It is time to write the next chapter. But I'm ready for some permanency and loyalty. The good stuff that lasts. Things I can pour my heart into that will love me back.

Time for a shift.