

Iapos;ve adopted an unhealthy attitude of not expecting much, not caring much and living for the next 5 minutes, rather than planning for the next 5 decades.
iapos;d love to say someone opened my eyes today, but that just isnapos;t the case.
if anything, theyapos;re wide shut and tired of translating light and pigment into images for my brain.
iapos;m gaining weight,
"big whoop" most of you will say, but iapos;ve actually come to like my small frame and at the moment have no desire to gain any weight.
iapos;m not holding my breath for anything anymore, iapos;m looking forward to the next beer and the next night.
iapos;ve agreed with myself to just live life slow, boring, alone at a snail pace and take whatever comes up for what its worth.
iapos;m not quite sure why iapos;m feeling down. But at the same time, i wouldnapos;t call it feeling down either.
understand me?
probably not, but whatever.
ancient one unum, ancient one unun, ancient ones, ancient ones maine.




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