This is a presentation of me, myself and I. Commonly know as mischief, mayhem and chaos. The mischief is my intrigue, the need to know more, the want to explore my ideas, the need to drizzle a clean sheet of paper with my ideas, drowning the purity in black ink. The mayhem is simply the plot, an insane plot swirling around my mind, seducing me, calling my name, holding me against my will to write. The chaos, well the chaos istruth be told the chaos is me, in a strange way. A part of me is nothing but chaos, the temper I have, the anger I bottle up. Everything that I keep to myself, that is my chaos. Twirling, swirling, and spinning around inside of me, forcing me to hold in what I should say, forcing me to stand up when I should shut up. That is how it goes most of the time, when I should speak up I shut up and when I shut up I should speak up.
These are my ramblings. The things I hold within, never letting go never releasing from the prison I call my sanity. And such a small prison, one that is almost gone, dilapidated from my life as I write this down.
These are the ramblings of the insane, the hyper, the calm, the mother, the child, the bitch, the daughter, and the ramblings of a demon. All collected in one person me.
You will notice that I am at times the sanest person you shall ever take the pleasure of reading, then at other times I will be the insane person that I know myself to be. I hold back, drawing in what I shouldnt, controlling my anger only to let it out again on these pages. Any kind of pages really, whether they are of old mussed newspapers, or of new notebook these are my pages, the things I write, when I want, how I want. These words are my own, which is something no one can control. Layout made by .:.Briana.:.
