Well, it’s another saturday night. Not that you’d notice the difference between a saturday night and any other night. *Poof*. When’s life going to start? When will there be no more excuses for living. Excuses or just obstacles, makes no difference really. There’s always something in the way of progress. Too young, too tired, too sick, too scared, too impassive, too soon, too late. Take your pick. The way things are going I’ll be too fucking dead before I start living. That is, if I ever even find out how the whole thing works. How do people stay happy, focused, abitious, relaxed, compassionate, patient, loving, loved, creative, strong, achieving and moving forward? Anyone?
Also, why are my toes always freezing?