I had better things to say last year… or rather, two years ago.
Two years ago, this thing was relatively brilliant. Ideas were brimming. I was, of course, coming off of meth in the only days when the town that I was in was silent… the streets empty.
Look at me now.
After conscious, deliberate decision and behaviour to match… after how I time and time again always seem to find myself happiest… after the attempt at “adult”.
Take a look at me now.
It doesn’t matter, one doesn’t need to see me. That is not the point… I carry out adult practices in a relative adult manner.
But was it worth it?
I mean, really?