Like everything is just so fucked inside my head. Ya do so good for fucking months/years and it all just fucks up in 15 minutes. So many bad things and bad reminders have been around me recently, surrounding me and consuming my brain and its gone mouldy and my brain is just like a mouldy peach. Soft and squishy and gross and yuck and dark and ew Damaged Goods.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…”
