I can't seem to do anything correct. I mean, all of my previous experiences in love have been a disaster. I can't hold down an income, cause all of these jobs make me want to blow my brains out. And here I am... writing a blog. How novel.
I mean, filmmaking is the one consistency in my life filled with weird amounts of it. I'm surrounded by the same shit I've had forever, but it's tweaked. It's morphed. I'm disgusted. Filmmaking is the cracker on the egg, making life easier to swallow. I like this. It's therapeutic. Does this matter to anyone? Maybe? Do I care? Maybe later. I'm not sure what to think.
I'm just introducing myself, haha.
I'm Mar.
Hi.
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