write this down, and study it.

The cool friend left for demolitions and lacking the ability to be social af but the primary targets mean I keep my records clean and start over with a small group to describe social anxieties and rules of morality of street-side hello and goodbyes.

I’ve done it all so well and what’s next still ring-ding-a-dings in my head like a subtle wave notification. I wonder what it takes.

Doctor or lawyer, whichever it takes to systematically fact check myself like a pathos I don’t regret.

Please, dream on.