It's a blend of fear and passion.

Back.

I didn't think i'd have the balls to come back to this place and write another blog, but alas here I am. I'm gonna kick it old school and throwdown the way I did back in the fucked up LJ days.

HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO....it's like an acid trip gone wrong.

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Rage rage rage raggggggeeeeee

RAGE, MOTHER FUCKING RAGE ALL AROUND.

anger, fear, sorrow, no joy.

no happiness, no love, no pain.

no emotion.

bite till it bleeds.

fuck it.

anxiety, pain, suffering, heartbreak, pain, pain.

blood.

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I forgot how fun it was to blog like that. I haven't done it for years.

Essentially it's my way of summing up everything I felt within my weeks span.

I don't have to explain what happened, just what I experienced and for the most part it comes out in quite a negative manner. Naturally one would assume I would love such a thing, but for once I don't. I'm realizing more and more just how thick my skin really is. It's shameful.

I've become so immune to silence, never speaking, never saying whats on my mind, whats REALLY on my mind. It scares me sometimes. The night terrors increase and the sleep deprivation is constant.

The sorrow is outweighing the joy and I am truly scared.

...In other news, 2012 IS SUCH A MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT.

Harro!

New blog.

I left the blog scene years ago because the internet was a deathly black hole that ate away at my brain for years on end.

Now i'm back, why is beyond me.

Introductions introductions introductions.

I'm Andrea A., born in Vancouver, CANADA, not America.

I live for my dog, cycling, snowboarding, music, mac, comics, my guitars, smokes and green tea.

If i keep up the blog business maybe you'll get to know me more, or maybe not. We'll see how that plays out in the next few months.

alas this is me, this my trillionth blog and i hope you enjoy. It's my way of putting my two cents out there whether you like it or not.