knowing what you want out of life is a blessing. i’m still searching for it all these years later with nothing to my name, no substance no truth. such a sorry state to be in for so long, stasis still, meandering. equivocating. hard to be honest with yourself when you don’t know yourself to begin with but the soul searching has to stop somewhere. or go deeper, like uncomfortably deeper, like excruciatingly viscerally disgustingly deeper. plunging into the core. it’s like, what the fuck have i been doing all this time. where has all this time gone. that sort of thing. spoken from the depths. on the floor. from the center of the ruins. live and directly to you. lmao