I bought a journal.
That's for me. The daily wakeup & write, scribble, draw, get my emotions out.
This one.. This one's for just getting out all my thoughts better.
I notice since I type and am on the computer pretty much all day for work, I can do this.
I used to have a blog back in Idk, 2009 or so. I had a blogspot, then a tumblr. They're either in the internet abyss and I don't remember the link or the email, or knowing me I deleted them at some point with no remourse.
It's weird how I regret little things like that now. So many pieces of me, and my life are just a memory with nothing I can go back to, to relive them.
Be it old social media platforms, like instagrams and twitters I've had then deleted time and time again.. to old home movies of my music performances as a kid, or martial arts.. Those got lost when my first manager died and they threw everything in his apartment away.. He had all the tapes.
Shit I even had my parents throw out my martial arts trophies and things when we lost the house.. I had no attachment to them at the time but .. now my accomplishments, or my childhood is strictly like, word of mouth. It's weird for sure..
I been in such a weird space these past couple of years.
Maybe I should say weird spaces..
That's what we'll title this little series..
Weird spaces.
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