It was never about some other stuff
I'm very sleep-deprived lately. I deprive myself of sleep in the most ingenious ways. And I get slightly demented. I want to write an entry that's so utterly crazy that in the future when I read it I'll go "Fuuuck...". But I guess this entry has too much coherence to be that entry. I'm sorry, future me. I failed you again. But I guess you're kinda used to it already. And why the hell are you even reading this? Don't tell me you don't have anything better to do than traipse down memory lane. Get a fucking job. Or wait. How far into the future are you? If you're old and dying, sure, this is what you have left of your youth. And don't you wish you could do it all again. WELL YOU CAN'T!