Thursday, July 28, 2016


I surely have had better days. Where mental sanity looked concrete. But I’m not the type of person that cries often, at least not anymore.
I’ve been really busy between work and trying not to explode with the creative madness that has hit me recently so violently. I constantly feel the need of making something and keeping me busy (on a creative level).

I feel like everything is trying to assault me, but I’m not even close to fear. I’m more intrigued by all of this noise around me.
Everything keeps me busy.

Probably I’m just trying not to overthink about my past. Or probably I just need all this noise to keep moving. Like a machine, a complicated engine. I’m not even close to break down.  Luckily I have a lot of things to do and to think about rather than my own concerns or issues.
The majority will say that pursuing this way is useless and it won’t help me, but I’m convinced that projecting your issues on something outside yourself helps you to actually understand yourself.
It’s like an overall look at it.
Detached. Rational. Probably helpful.

I don’t know shit about psychology but I’m interested in all the weirdness that a single mind can handle. Starting from my own.


P.S. Oh anyway, I have a twitter now. Basically I'm keeping myself even more busy by keeping tracks of my favorite bands/actors. 

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