Belles, Stars and Boulevards

The above is what you get from everyone nowadays.

At least over here.

Makes you wonder really how many of the people are lying.

And how many really mean it.

Its also scary how so many bright bubbly wonderful people hurt so much inside.

Secretly crying in their bedrooms, over things that have happened.

No one holds it in completely.

At least not forever, not without going crazy.

But yet, they, we still want to, but yet they can't.

And so they cry out, silently, in their own way.

And maybe, those of you whose life don't really suck that much should stop complaining.

And look around, and maybe, try to start the healing.

Hi, I'm Ian.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.

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