I can't believe I'm writing again.

I'll have to make this a regular occurrence...

It's currently 3:40 in the morning and I'm listening to a song I wrote and recorded yesterday. "...They ain't seen this side of me, I save it for my diary, writing these words that God gave me and enslaved me with, whipped and chained me with..."

I haven't really told you anything about myself.

You'll find out eventually. You'll flesh it out from my words. But it'll never quite be what you think it is...

"...I'm not under the beast, I'm in the belly of it, and it's churnin and I'm yearnin for my way out, plannin my escape route..."

This is my escape route.

There was a time that I used to write on a daily basis. Years ago.

60% nonsense.

I'm gonna write all of it.

Everything I think, feel, experience in my life.

I need this...

"...I'm findin motivation where there's no patience..."

I just broke up with my girlfriend a week and a half ago.

She cheated on me. (kissed someone)

Not quite sure what to do about it at this junction...

She's amazing, and she called me crying for 4 days straight appologizing, but all of a sudden, I realize I've wanted this for months now, a reason to be on my own again...

In a way, I pushed her away and caused it.

Because I want freedom right now.

We'll see...

Women will pop up here and there, I can be sure of that.

I'm deliriously tired.

I have to study all day tomorrow, and work at 6 o'clock tomorrow night.

I've also decided I'm going to record another song, so I'll have a pretty busy day.

I'll write tomorrow when I can do this some justice.

This is the beginning.

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