Look man. If I see some nice delicious bait I will simply walk right up, remove it from the trap, and eat it. I am the road runner. I am also the coyote. I set the trap for myself. I chose the most delicious of baits. I rigged the piano to fall. It is not falling. I disabled it.
Well once again its the merry month of fucking may and I have stomach pain so bad I feel like Im fucking dying. Im starting to think this happens every year.
You see the thing is Im so used to freaking out about money and I was freaking out about money earlier but then I like did the math and Im not actually freaking out about like rent and groceries and bills Im freaking out about not saving as much money as I want to
You see the thing is Im so used to freaking out about money and I was freaking out about money earlier but then I like did the math and Im not actually freaking out about like rent and groceries and bills Im freaking out about not saving as much money as I want to
For the most part I dont believe.
But theres some small part of me that is trapped in the daydream I met her in.
And that moment will always feel more real to me than anything.