animusreus

In a desperate means to use the medium of language as a tool of self-expression, I have decided that expelling my thoughts here again might be of therapeutic use again. It's one of those times where my thoughts are in complete disarray and I'm not quite sure why, since nothing has fundamentally changed. The only difference perhaps is of a queasy realization that I have been tending or gravitating towards a neurotic self-image that's increasingly focused on hedonistic and destructive habits. Ironically, the very same attitudes and behaviours that lead me to a greater understanding of myself and ultimately of believing in a way out of my shell

I feel like my mind is completely clear at this particular moment. At least, as clear as it's been in a long time. Perhaps filled with a little love and excitement for what's about to come. Though my past endeavors (or rather, lack thereof) may make me think twice about being content with my current state of being and my relative lack of concern for potentially repeating past mistakes, I do feel like I have much to give to this world. It is not without the mistakes of the past that I can really propel myself to move forward. And it's not that I've forgotten these errors in judgment and plain naivety, apathy and fatalistic attitude towards lif

Who even reads this? No matter. Hi you. Out there. I want to clear the slate. Me and you, conscience - we're meant to be. I'm sorry I've been mistreating you. I'm stronger than that. And you! Are you reading? Hi. I'm Dan and I'm a Procrastaholic. Hello night-time. I see you 1:4am. I am sleepy. Eye-lids cloooose.... drifting slowly into that comfortable unconscious silence, knowing that you will wake to the world's weight on your shoulders. Maybe the mind needs some mind rather than some physical weight. Oh, shoulders. What am I rambling on about? Am I just trying to be artsy? Using my tiredness to my (dis)advantage. Lol.I see what