torntulle:

I don’t have much commentary on my life anymore. The more time I have to spend telling stories the less time I spend examining my own.

One of my professors raised his voice to tell us that our stories aren’t about loyalty- we owe nothing to the characters so cut their scenes, throw them out if…

My name is Charles Fox.

In many cultures the fox is cunning and at times mischevious.

In Korea, it represents fear.

I am, Charles Fox.

I am scared.

We are scared.

Let me apologize first, I am not pessimistic by nature.  I just have a lot of feelings.  But don’t fret, I pent them up a lot and will likely do the same through this journal.

I have a hangover now that could move mountains.  Cheap scotch is what I drink; and I desperately want to be taken as an intellectual without the “true” cost.  Cheap scotch hurts just as much at the end of the night as it does when you’re finishing your first drink. 

Cheap scotch isn’t my downfall though.

The beautiful thing about this world is that there is a phobia for everything.  A title, classification, something to belong to. 

A belonging is a wonderful thing.  No matter how meek.

They say tweed will never go out of style.

Find me something to care about because this apathy is too damn easy.