I’m drunk, nostalgic and listening to nostalgia music, remembering my salad days and people that have come and gone out of my life. My oh my, I miss being a child and having people that loved me. Being a teenager and experiencing (stupid) love for the first time. Life is actually a journey where you meet a lot of people. Crazy ones, nice ones, and those who come to stay even though they don’t stay in touch. People are people. The world is what it is. You’re here for a limited time and the only thing you have is now. Live, work hard and enjoy living. Nothing really matters at the end of the day; we are all going to die sometime or the other, we don’t know when. The best we can hope is to die in old age, around our loved ones, in our sleep. Lift, take dedicated interest in your career and remember game isn’t about hitting HB9s but about living your best life. Live live and live. Nothing else matters. Women would always be women. Love doesn’t exist any way like Disney fucking tells us; it’s a fucking sham. AWALT. Believe that with your soul, it you believe in a soul.

The end. The point of my post is pointless. Just a rant about everything.

This is a first draft that came into my head and I didn’t edit shit. Take it as it is or leave it. Sorry if it’s rambly.