Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Money ain't holdin me back. I am. I am scared to travel. As much as I go on and on and on..I am scared. We went to Toledo Bend last weekend. I was scared to take the fuckin truck and drive down the street to Many by myself. WTF. I am scared of a lot of shit. I am scared to try new things. I feel so damn old,too. I need to find out why I feel this way. The root of all my shit. I have conquered some fears. I have flown. I am learning how to weld. Told my mother I didn't want to speak to her again. I want to pitch a tent in the woods for a few days. Eat campfire food. I guess a part of me is still feeling the effects of being told I couldn't do anything. I feel ugly.I don't remember the last time I actually felt like I looked good. I am not depressed. These are real feelings. I quit takin fotographs recently. I want to sell all my shit and travel the world. This is not a plea to run from my problems. I feel like my life is missing this. Adventure. Wonderment. I want to art journal.Make a travel journal and fill it up. Travel inspires me. For real.