Every night I walk those streets home. Home from the dam. Home from the station. I know every single step of the way. And I imagine that I’m whispering in her ear, “I’m here, it’s alright.”
adult emailing culture is overthinking how polite you sound and forgetting to send the attachments
me: i am INSPIRED i want to WRITE
my brain, immediately: i have never once even seen a sentence
i need to stop imagining scenarios in my head that have a -2% chance of actually happening it’s becoming a problem
i am an idiot sometimes but sometimes i am an idiot to be funny you know? for the joke. and i want people to know the difference. sometimes my actions are purposeful. sometimes i think. i want you to know that. even when i am just being a regular idiot i choose to say things knowing i am an idiot. i am the chooser of my own fate. i am the god of my own reality.
