Another year almost at an end and everthings the same but everything has changed. Just almost another year older, wiser, colder and sadder. My life is amazing, it shows me nothing but wonderment, however the ringing bell of solitude is deafening. I walk the leaf-strewn streets wondering what went wrong or why the ones I do meet are hopeless psychotics. Girls so damaged from previous relationships that they have no idea how to act when I open the door for them, or give them a flower just because. These are the times I savor my lonliness. I've wasted so much time searching for that missing someone in my life that I've lost touch of everything else about me. My writing, my creativity, just about my soul. Well this is the end, or rather the beginning. From here till the end of the year I'll be making preparations for the new year. Writing my final blogs and whatnot that express what's happened to me in the past few years, and then starting January 1, I will be that person no more. I will evolve. I will write everything I think and feel, I will create new mediums of expression in which I've been dying to do. I'm thankful this year for the new friends I've made and grown closer to, for the ones I have that constantly keep me sane, and for the heathen god Humpalumacious who sends me the random women to taunt me with who are usually insane, psychotic, unavailable, unknowing, too beautiful for words, or just downright ugly.
Now is the winter of Matt's content.
DIM!