Never let them take you alive

So, I've always had this thing I do... I see days, smells, numbers, words, ets. as colours. ( ex. The smell of gasoline is yellow, 3 is lime green, and Wednesday is orange.)

I never knew what this meant, but I found out it's called Synesthesia.

Ha, I now have a name for my confusion! woo!

Truth be told, this amuses me to all extent.

I've sadly lost two good friends this year, though I believe it's for the best. (No, they're not dead. Cruel words and sick phrases were exchanged, and we all agreed that we're not friends anymore.) Actually, I feel loads better. Both had changed so much it was causing me to have a slight identity crisis, and now that I'm able to let go of them, I think I'll do much better at becoming who I wish to be.

I've no regrets, truely, however mean that sounds.

I'm attempting to make amends with some of the people I've hurt this year, the ones I value.

I'm going to be writing out some monthly resouloutions soon. I do this every month, but they never happen, so one of my resoloutions is to start actually doing my resoloutions. haha.

Oddly, I've realized many of my morals have changed a lot this past month. I'm not sure why, but this slightly scares me. I feel like I'm forcing myself to grow up too fast. (But what is better? Growing up too fast or growing up too slow?)

I'm going to be going to highschool next year, which is slightly freaking me out, yet I'm very excited at the same time. I plan to enjoy those years, though I know I may or may not.

More photos shall come once I manage to take them.

Song of the day: The Captain and The Hourglass by Laura Marling

I'm apologizing for being so far behind in the 365 project, I had some major school work that needed getting done. Sorry, people. I promise to attempt to get up to date soon.

I'm afraid I'll grow up into someone (something) unamazing.

I wish I had the imagination to streach on like and endless highway.

(I fail to interest even myself.)

Sorry the 365 projects gone to shit. I hope to finish it.

Someday.

(With the death of Jeremy I can't think much beyone guns and blood. I can't breathe much more than false promises, I can think much more than)

 Who am I kidding? Like I had any talent in the first place. I'm just another hack with a crappy camera trying to make something out of it. (instead i drown in it)