It’s that time again where I throw myself into isolation, purposely and unintentionally, emerging with a new sense of self renewal as far as music is considered. I must apologize, during this time I become depressed, out of it, which tend to involve pushing people away, and offering little to no way of communicating with me. I must say that the end result may be one definition of positive, the mind frame I fall into could be the workings of my favorite artist of all time: Nick Drake.

As before, I understand the need for concern, but please believe I wrote throughout my entire 5 subject notebook: I will not Nick Drake myself.

I used to fight these moods until I realized I will always win a losing battle. I will always give more than I should, I will always ask for even less. When I’m reminded how much warmth a person can provide my life I will not in the least feel sad. I will pretend to accept the way things have been dealt, but inside I continue to refuse to accept things the way they are. I have yet to figure myself out. I’m surprised what I learn of myself daily. For someone to analyze who I am clearly not instead of embracing whatever love I have left that the world didn’t damage, and crack a smile at the idea of only wanting to give that to you. Someone I almost got to know. I’m way off the point I tried to make. I think I proved how much my mind wonders. I like the idea of sharing complete (if I can stay on topic) thoughts opposed to stuffing them into limited characters. What I saying is this will be my formal way of updating the curious life of Milly and her army of toys.

Love and peace.

PS: Bob’s Burger, right? Pretty funny stuff

PSS: See you soon FTR.