Did I change? Did I turn face? Am I now a disgusting taste in mouth or a disgrace to eyes? Am I failing to meet expectations because I simply don't give a fuck? Or... am I who I've always been, is this still me just slightly more care free? Evolution of the man who runs out of fucks to give and loses faith in the things that make him whole. He becomes the man no longer afraid of death but actually encourages the Grimm Reaper to show his ugly face. He is a man no longer concerned with other's concerns and no longer cares what effects his words have on the world. Evolution is inevitable. But have I changed?
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The Journal Of The Nameless And Faceless
Non-FictionThis is my journal, a slightly egotistical, self centered, loving, faceless and nameless guy.
