One o clock in the morning is a good time to be up thinking “what am i doing with my life?”, like chill, dude what the fuck? go to sleep, fucking brain. i got up and went somewhere i today. my laundry is clean, i have groceries, and i went to smart recovery. why does my brain have to get all heavy on me. I’m functioning! like fuck, man let me just be. i am going to have to do something with, though, that’s what you do with them (lives), you do something.
i never really knew what to do with my life, though, and i still don’t. i’m used to it, i don’t know why my mind has to get all up in my face about it at one am on a Thursday morning.
I’m going to start looking for a job again. i gotta do something, man, everybody does something. is that even true though? how could it be true that everybody does something, except me. see, this is the kind of thought i have to notice and consider a bit off, and not so true.
plenty of people don’t know what the hell they are doing. it’s not just me, at one in the morning. maybe no one knows what they’re doing…i’m not inclined to believe anyone that says they do, seems suspect.
