blues21

I wish I was able to put into words all the beauty I see in the world and all the ugliness that lives, stagnant and waiting like a predator inside me. I can't do that and it frustrates the hell out of me, because all I want is to be able to describe something that means infinitely and eternally something great to me. Because it's so hard for me to do this, I end up lonely and isolated, and writing a youtube channel description for people who don't know me or care about any of this stuff. My mother told me once though, that people find it easier to tell their problems to strangers. I'm having problems right now and you are all strangers. So welcome to my nightmare.

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