It is a good thing i am masochistic because i have turned to slapping myself as a deterent to negative thoughts. I know it isn’t exactly the most ideal solution, but fuck knows if i have a better one. Everything is swamped in misery or doubt, searching for the glimmer of good stuff is hard when you are surrounded by cynicism. I need to get out and i need to find people who keep me positive, any volunteers are welcome. Being in a state is no fun and it is about time i get out and i find myself in every aspect. Best be ready for me, i need to do this shit for the sake of my sanity and to grace this beautiful place with my weird little presence. Now the real work starts.