It's amazing how quickly time passes us. not only does it pass us but it outruns us as if we had weights strapped to our backs. -shit, I can't even see it anymore.
I'm coming up on 27 this May. I think maybe my youth was so fun and easy that I've been caught trying to find it. trying to get there again. -yeah, but that ain't happening.
I'm stuck here! gone though heart-ache, trauma, and a ton of bullshit; like two tons, actually.
maybe one day soon, I can say: today was a great fucking day. -here's to hope. And hey, it might not be great, but it ain't that bad :-) -here's to Love