“we work with being, but non-being is what we use.”

i feel like i have been dreaming for the past five years. until i torpedoed myself a few months ago, i didn't even realize that i was miserable. it's scary to think you can be walking and talking and existing without even noticing that you are fucking nonexsistent.
now, at 25, i am either quitting or starting again. not sure which. not sure if it is the right thing or if its just something. maybe the something is enough.at the very least, maybe if i tell you about it, i'll figure it out myself.