How small we are. Why we lose so much time wondering about things, planning, preparing? when the time comes everything falls apart , nothing is left behind , only the felling of lost time.
Go fucking draw something, write, run, do something. Or dont. Dont do shit, but dont do it on your own terms. Stop thinking about others, stop trying to be there for everyone. You cant anyway. Thats a losing game.
And you know it, thats the worst. You know that youre just playing and fucking with yourself. Get a grip. Get over yourself ffs. Help me help you, come on.
I too dont know what you need, but i do know what you dont need. I like that youre writing about it. Spit that poison out of you.
One step at a time, you pussy, and dont stop.