Honestly just so much in this life that frustrates me. Losing sleep and sanity over just about everything.
I’m ding something about it.
I’m DOING something about it.
I’m the only one that can.
I’m no mystery. Though I try to be. I wear my motives on my sleeves and my disinterest on my actions. ILLFIGHTYOU, drumming, driving, and loving is where you’ll find me when I don’t answer my phone. Any other time I’m frothing between angst and lust and jitters. Inexperienced and arrogant. Lazy to a fault, to a benefit. Consistently uncertain, and inconsistently surprising. I don’t see any point in continuing.