Confessions—

Loneliness loves me, insomnia keep me company tonight, and everything is a fucking act—Some experimentation with photography and glitchy graphic design.

Maybe you relate, and maybe you don't, but I'm lonely, struggle to sleep as my goals and dreams keep me up, and as confident or even cocky as I may seem to many of you, I'm actually in a continuous war with myself. I'm not successful, I'm nowhere, no one, and nothing. I could be in better shape, I should tell people how I really feel about them especially when it's nice, I'm not as intelligent as I could be, I'm not this, I'm not that. It doesn't stop and it follows me into my dreams.

To my fellow sufferers, you aren't alone.