21/03/2013

The Neglect, The Trials and The Gains

It's a story of Neglect, the one of this beloved and acclaimed blog. Don't you think I don't feel this, I am full of shame. Sometimes I find myself in front of mirrors, staring at all that emptiness that is me. How I am just that. Empty. An empty shell of broken promises and Fireball. I sometimes ask that smug, pink-haired person staring back at me, why? I constantly build you up, dear readers, fans and celebs. I produce glorious heads in bags one weekend, to simply let you sit there in the darkness, the empty echo of the fantastic past staring at you from the void. I don't have an answer, but there is this one thing I keep telling myself over and over. It's a mantra of sorts. I use it every time I think about taking the window-exit out of my own god forsaken freezer of an existence, and that is quite often I dare say. It goes like this:

Summer will be here.

And it will! This is a promise I can keep. Just hang in there, because with summer comes so much more than green things and sunshine. With summer comes life worth living. And party, heads and bags. And to celebrate that fantastic statement (yes you may quote me, I know I'm pretty "out there") I have this for you. Heads. In. Bags.