Been awhile. Been busy. Not too busy, but busy enough.
It's been a year? Yeah, a year. 1 fucking whole year. 365 fucking days. Give or take some. And I'm being crushed by thoughts that my shit just aint good enough. I sometimes think I never will reach that level of absolute full potential. Am I settling? I have not a fucking clue. Can I go higher, or am I doomed to be as low as whale shit, never bothering to surface for air, and possibly, love. Love of myself and my accomplishments. Because right now, I got fuck all. No pussy, no money, and no fucking idea if I'm heading for sunshine or shit
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