24 this year and still have no idea in the slightest of what I’m doing or where I’m supposed to go. Gotta love life bc it’s “better” than the alternative but really who the fuck even knows that. I don’t know shit i can’t tell shit i don’t feel well in this bitch. Shit doesn’t matter anyway because if I’m up I’m too up but when I’m down you never see me hanging around. Lots of apologies I need to make because I don’t even know. Money down bad, I get to trippin and everybody starts looking sad. Maybe I’m really crazy but I’m just finished with feeling.