I am done chasing love. It really doesn't make for a well-adjusted-me.
I don't really know why it happens either. It does though. I just start looking for other people to fill me up, rather than filling myself up on my own.
Maybe this happens for everyone. I don't know. I am done with it though. I am holding out now.
I am going to pay attention to me.
I will act in commercials and whatever else comes to me.
I will learn how to make cartoons on flash.
I am going to put out Mars or Bust, the Soundtrack on the 14th.
I'm going to put out Dear Mr. President on March 21.
I will write some novels after that.
It may seem like a lot. It really isn't though. It's just little bit, little bit, boom...
That's all. It's this simple.
I am not looking for love.
I already got it.
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