And on top of all that
There are times during which daily life becomes so goddamn monotonous and undesireable that there is an extremely fine line that keeps me from just walking out of it and living out all of the fantasies that never come out of my brain. I can't count the number of times I've wanted to just stop filling out bullshit worksheets and jump on a plane to Europe or anywhere else and see what happens. Life feels way too short to be typing shit out for Frye to mindlessly squiggle.
I'm not sure whether or not I sure dread the day when I finally cross that line in a rush of annoyance and disregard for what other people say I should do with my limited time on this planet.
What's the point in anything if you don't enjoy it? I like the world inside my brain a lot more than the one outside; I'm sure of that at the very least.
I'm not sure whether or not I sure dread the day when I finally cross that line in a rush of annoyance and disregard for what other people say I should do with my limited time on this planet.
What's the point in anything if you don't enjoy it? I like the world inside my brain a lot more than the one outside; I'm sure of that at the very least.