I Ramble, Rage, and Obsess.
I find as I get older I may be becoming more foolish.
I know it is a bad idea, yet I want it anyway.
Normally, I would just go for it anyway but in this case, one must tread lightly.
But shouldn’t I just be idealistic and daring?
Daring, or foolish.
I hate people.
People who change their minds recklessly and drag me along with it, kicking and screaming and clawing.
Not the nasty kind, perv.
But really, are they like beautifully shot? Cause I can’t imagine them being shitty like everyone else’s…