Being back at my parents house for a few days is putting things in perspective. I’m just not at all sure if it’s a perspective that’s shaping up the way I want it to. The way I’m seeing it, everything’s looking a mess. Afright. Totally beyond fucked up and past any point of return. Unsalvagable.The safety’s off and the gun’s half-cocked.
You ever feel like you just want to pack a bag, pawn anything you own that’s remotely valuable and drive as far as your car will take you?
I can’t help but feel like I’m going about this all wrong.
I need to turn over a new leaf. Hello, new leaf. I’m turning you now.