Baby steps, Edgar. Baby steps
i got Manchester United two UCL trophies in a row going, which is nice.
those are from my own making, needless to say i saw them coming
there is another voice in my head that talks like there is no tomorrow. perhaps a Bipolar Disorder? hope not
he’s always pessimistic and really ignorant. perhaps that voice is the reason i don’t talk a lot.
having a conversation with IT is handful.
am i an introvert?
one can say that i am.
maybe i’m a bloody madman
that Voice always say something ridiculous, borderline insane, and often awful, from then on will be refered as “IT”
i once thought to have a book published, but nah. maybe the content would not fit what the society had in mind.
IT always have different, sometimes refreshing but somehow startle my sane thought. because normally i would react *please note the re-, implying passively-acting* or at least try objectively and systematically to solve some things.
OH AND ONE MORE THING!
THICK MAKE UP FREAKS ME OUT!
WHAT ARE THEY MAKING UP FOR, ANYWAY?!
uhhmm…. maybe their face?