Disorganic.

Alright, I’m done. I promise! I’m done taking responsibility for other people, I’m done perpetually putting my happiness on the back burner, I’m done waiting, I’m done feeling guilty that I don’t use that fucking twist in my head to help every damned person in existence.

I kept saying I’d pretend to be 29 until people started laughing and instead I’ve been acting like the old fart on the hill. What the fuck is that all about?

God damn that feels better.