I look back at all my sins and wonder where I’ve been and why I’ve always been attracted to the dark-side.
Villain Arc or unoriginal moment, it can’t be. I wonder about you and where you’ve been this whole time.
Please, look out for me.
Think about me.
Then, I’ll prove it all the same.
My doubts foreshadowed were just impending-doom that didn’t happen and I’ve got to admit, I’ve been at a bit of a lucky streak.
Sometimes life finds you right where you’re supposed to be, like this crazy manic high. Getting excited, (the inner child that wants to shine).
It can all be so beautiful.
Slice of Life, chop a potato and sit down to this wonderful plate of luxuries.
Hemp oil and disdain for each other, I could care less.
I really learned not to give a fuck, highly at a young age. Then I care too much and envelope myself into contradictions, just because they’re fun; but that’s fine.
I suppose I could shut it all down and bed rot but something about it.
My gut is telling me to sit still and wait.
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