Been feeling like a right tosser lately, whatever that means! All this grand promise, all these massive plans, all of them seem to have gone to pot, and for a long long time. Am I going to be a lieutenant to my own life forever?
Was told some honest truths about myself in a friendly manner some time ago, and those words have stuck with me. Can’t depend on my brains or breeziness to get me by for the rest of my life, not if I want to make something of it, want to add to praise rather than float along in an ethereally unreal manner always.
Suffering sandwiches, what’ll it take to shake me out of my stupor? Tempt not fate. Maybe I just need to impress somebody. Hah!