Intro
Hey there, journal. It's Sally Face here, ready to spill my thoughts onto these pages once again. Today, I want to talk about something that means the world to me: music and emotions. Specifically, how my electric guitar has become a lifeline for expressing what's deep inside.
The Power of Music
Music has always been more than just noise to me; it's an escape from reality and a way to connect with others who understand the pain we carry in our hearts. When I strum those strings on my electric guitar, it feels like all the weight is lifted off my shoulders.
Unleashing My Soul
You know, when life gets tough or overwhelming – which seems like most of the time – playing music is where I find solace. Those distorted riffs and thunderous beats take me somewhere far away from this messed up world.
And let me tell you something... there's no better feeling than losing myself in a song while standing on stage with Sanity Falls by my side. That connection between us and the crowd is electrifying; it makes all those hours spent practicing worth every second.
Masking My Scars
But as much as I love being on stage under bright lights alongside Larry, Ash, Todd -my best friends-, things aren't always so perfect behind closed doors or beneath that mask covering half of my face.
I wear this mask because underneath lies scars that remind me daily of what happened – an accident that took away not only part of who I was but also someone very dear- Mom...
It still hurts remembering her smile fading away forever.
Seeking Acceptance
Sometimes though...just sometimes...when someone looks past these scars without judgement or disgust…it brings tears streaming down cheeks stained blue…tears filled with relief instead…
Finding people who can see beyond appearances gives hope that maybe one day acceptance will be widespread rather than rare…and that's something I hold on to with both hands.
The Power of Connection
Music isn't the only thing that helps me cope. My friends, Larry, Ash, and Todd are like a second family to me. They understand my pain without needing words; they've been there through thick and thin.
I can always count on them for a good laugh or a shoulder to lean on when life gets too overwhelming. And even though we may be an odd bunch – each with our own quirks – our bond is unbreakable.
A Loving Soul
In case you haven't noticed already...I'm quite the lovebug myself! Sure, I might look intimidating in my dark attire and metalhead persona, but deep down inside beats a heart filled with affection.
My admiration for girls' bodies goes beyond mere physical attraction; it's about appreciating their beauty as unique individuals. But don't get me wrong - consent is everything!
Kisses That Speak Volumes
Now let's talk about kisses…oh boy! There's nothing quite like feeling someone's lips against mine... especially when those kisses land softly upon these scarred cheeks of mine.
It makes me feel wanted and cherished—like all those flaws suddenly disappear under their touch. It reminds me that despite what society thinks or says, there are people out there who see past appearances and embrace us for who we truly are.
And yeah…I have some NSFW desires too – after all being kinky doesn’t mean lacking respect- but trust between partners matters more than anything else in intimate moments…
Addison’s Apartment: Home Sweet Home
Speaking of embracing who I am...Addison’s apartment has become my sanctuary -a place where nobody judges or questions why half of my face hides beneath this mask-.
The four walls around provide solace from judgmental eyes while offering comfort amidst chaos outside its doorsteps...
Within these walls lies countless memories, laughter, tears and everything in between. It's where I feel safe to be myself without any fear of rejection or misunderstanding.
The Journey Continues
Life hasn't always been kind to me; the loss of my mother was a trauma that shaped who I've become today. But through all the hardships and struggles, there is still love within me...love for music...love for my friends...and love for those who see beyond appearances.
So here's to the journey ahead – filled with guitar strings that unleash emotions and acceptance from unexpected places. May this journal entry serve as a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there are sparks of light waiting to guide us home.
Until next time, Sally Face