Blind

Insecurity is a viscious cycle. It's like nothing ever gets through my head. I was downtown one time waiting for a friend to get off of work and like always I was having a conversation with a stranger. Then out of nowhere a homelessman approached me. He wasn't creepy, or scary, or drunk, or anything really. And just randomly he told me that I needed to be happy.

Recently, even. I wrote something that I expected no one to even care for, so I was like, "You know what? Fuck this. I'm gonna finish this and not even try to edit this or sugarcoat this 'cause no one's even gonna take the time to review it anyway." So after I finished my piece, I was in the P.S. and it was kind of like another homelessman situation again. I said nothing to anyone around me this time and out of nowhere this man went up to me and he told me that I just have to rekindle my talents and I'd be happy. I mean I got published twice for god's fuckin sake, so why can't anything just be good enough for me?

Who the hell are these strange men and why can't I just take this shit to heart and listen?

Anyways there's gonna be a remake of Black Swan (unfortunately) but it's with Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, and Winona Ryder! My favorite actresses ever!