Part II: Moving on...

I love this issue of Tin Tin. Always cracks me up

Would I buy shares in that?

Your love for me rises and falls like a share price. The more interest I put toward you, the lower the price.

I work away, chipping away the faults in my character, so that I can be the man that you need.

I know I’m a nice guy… sometimes. I need to be indifferent to your apprehension. I don’t want to be the nice guy, more-so the good man. ‘Cos when I feel your passion, it’s overwhelming, and any attempt by me to be that person falls by the wayside. I’m approaching foreign territory, pushing my emotional frontiers extending further than that which I’m acclimatized to. I’m trying to be brave, but this push-pull on my heart drives me barmy.

But I’ve hope…

Don't Love Too Hard.

Don't love too hard.



For, if she doesn't love you equally, your mind will make assumptions for you.
You'll cry tears.





You'll think that there might just be something that you could do, not realizing that you can't force someone to love you. So you'll put on a crazy t-shirt, attempting to impress, alluding to being an independent and special individual.

carving up the corners!

I'm fascinated by the night. The quiet rolling traffic in the distance, the only thing passing into my little piece of dirt.



I light the next cigarette in the darkness, fooling my mind that I'm actually waiting to go somewhere, see someone, notice the world. I'm peaceful though. I'm not a recluse; I just love my own company beyond everyone else's. Alone I can always do exactly what I want. Expectations fade away.




The hardest part was realising that I'm in charge.

action for reaction

Not gonna waste away, knowing there's more that I could've achieved.



It's better to break a heart than to have regrets.



I'll continue to try all different approaches until I find the secret door.



The room full of riches.



My mates are the treasure of this world. I wouldn't swap them for quits.

step one: acceptance of life.

I'm alive.



"Wise is the gent counting every moment spent." - Mike Skinner



The irony is they don't know how happy poor people are.






I've got better things than money to hunt.



This is not a disease, it's just dis-ease.



Just don't forget it's all relative.