Welcome to a bad day.
I have so much bloody work to do and not enough hours in the days to work out where to begin. fucking revelations. fucking lewisham. fucking fashion foundation. fucking SOI. fucking driving license. fucking FUCK.
Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.
This is similar to the theme of the next planned photoshoot which i think is on tuesday. shit that's tomorrow.
See you later then.