Whispy Intentions

Self hatred fuels certain actions. But I’d rather just fly to California and live like a bum.

I have these hopes to do something. But then they go away. Is it fear? How is it always fear if I don’t even know what the right action is?

Just look at it. Don’t try to find an answer. Just observe it.

It’s so fucking hard. Jesus christ. It’s so much easier to write 200 shitty words.

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