yeah, yeah. i get it, it’s just not happening. see you around, i guess.
i’ll be over here, still. doing the same stuff… you know, trying everything to figure out why this keeps happening, constantly grappling with inadequacy and incapacity, flapping wings harder and harder while never leaving the ground, doing things differently, doing things the same, falling way behind before giving up and continuing onward with enough despondence and residual self-loathing to ensure that it all comes back around and follows the same script next time around.
desolation. my summer home.
oh wait, i live there year-round.
oh. i’m 27 now, too. real cool.
at least my friends are awesome.