It's finally happening. And I'm only 2.

After my last relationship, which ended in October, I moved back home. Despite much success and a bit less in bills/rent I had a melancholy for a long time.

My logic would be over ridden by memories as I passed a place or some shit pop song from some party and some girl as I browse Youtube.

But it's over and strange. I feel so clears.

On my walks no longer is it memories and pondering but I accidentally catch myself thinking up more for myself than I can handle when I get home. I feel motivated and free.

I can no longer listen to the music, see the movies, watch the TVs, the illusion is shattered. I like a pair of tits and a juicy ass but with so many around WHY THE FUCK would you pick one and settle?

Or just leave the damn things alone and odn't feed the animals.

Feelsgoodman. Feels clear. Feels... Like a lot of time saved over the next 40-60 years.