exit

I think I'm done with you. I should have trusted my instincts.

Sometimes it's the worst thing to know you're not wrong.

So this is the change of scenery I managed for myself. The view is not what I expected. And only I can change that.

Some day this will all make sense.

Right now there are only a few things that feel anything close to "right." Basketball is one of them. No matter how much I stink it up sometimes, the game transcends the stupid bullshit that comes every day. It's simple, finite. There are also the rare conversations that I have nowadays, the ones that don't always start right because old thoughts are hard to pin down... and yet the words are never as important as the process.

My head voice has gotten increasingly vulgar as of late. I've mixed in a good dose of cynical to go with my idealism. All this only serves to remind me of how much I don't like where I am right now.

Maybe as I quit you, I'll pick up something that'll bring me a little something good.