Insecurity will whip your ass and low self-esteem will stand on the sidelines and cheer.

I woke up today with this huge urge, desire, need, whatever you want to call it, to move on, out, up, away. So who’s gonna stop me?

I sit at work and I long to just write, take photos, create things, get covered in paint and glue and EVERYTHING in the world that makes me happy and instead I have to type and worry and add dollars.