A haphazard collection of written works, paintings, photographs, random entries, and the musings of a boy's own search for love, life, and birthday cake.
(this is the latest extension of his previous documented quest, AUGUST.)
Ask me anything.
“I don’t want them to know what a fraud I really am. When I speak to these people about depression, I see myself as a beacon of light to help them out of their haze of darkness and confusion. From 9 to 5, I’m Mary fucking Sunshine guiding these poor lost souls back to the land of the sane and happy, but as soon as I get home I crack open a beer, have a smoke, and wallow in my own self-pity.”
“ The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. ”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)
11-1123.
I hadn’t been home in five months since I left for bootcamp, but as soon as my plane touched the ground I headed for the place I truly felt was home, where I spent a good six years of my life learning and developing not just skills for visual merchandising, but about life in general, and I have Miss Stacey to thank for playing a major part in my growth.