I wonder why I’m still writing. Is it because I’ve gone this long doing it that I might as well keep it going? Maybe it’s because of that guy I met when I was on acid. How

Now do you see it? You can’t do a thing about it. All that contemplation and worry for what? For you to just go on and do what you wanted anyway. Then what? Now you go and

“You’re not rushed right now, so why do you feel a sense of urgency. Yea I know you haven’t started on your pushups yet today, but the rest is falling into place. The pushups can be done

What am I afraid of? I thought this was supposed to be my dream? Why do I keep tripping over the same stones, over and over again. I used to think I did it on purpose but