But so does life.
While I was crying at a 7-eleven at 1:30 in the morning, I had a though: “could my life get any worse?”
But it’s never really been good.
Sure it’s had its moments. Doing mescaline at a Pistons game was pretty cool.
But something feels lost. And I can’t get it back.
I stepped away from the blog for a few weeks to regroup. I only got more lost.
So now I’m back. For now.
Probably always will be, now that I think about it.
So as long as my heart’s still beating and the drugs keep my brain functioning long enough to construct sentences, I’ll be posting.