what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become
it’s okay to start over. (and over, and over, and over)
i’m halfway through now and dying for the second time. forgive yourself for it. as many times as it takes.
“hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”
“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”
“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’
“uuuuuh hold on”
*fishes something out of my pocket*
“mikey what do i do?”
“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”
*stuffs it back in my pocket*
“uhh yes please the meal would be great”
Now that it’s back it’s hard to remember a time where they sued to get the post taken down
