November 16, 2019
I am infused with infuriating passive-aggressiveness. I often wonder how I got to this age with this baggage in tow. Or...how people can tolerate me? Or...I'm too in my head today. It's a constant reminder of: Good vibes only please. Good vibes only please. Repeat until fade. Repeat. Repeat. My God this year's too long. There are pockets of time wherein my optimism's winning over my demons, and I wish there's a way we can bottle up these pockets of time, literally. Something nice to look at, something tangible. But, wishful thinking. The reality is: IDK IDC.