Blah, blah, blah, life. People are what they are.

All Gods angles

Love, hate, relationship with life.

X timeline has me trusting nothing, not even my reality.

T minus until exit. Love you brother s.

Always something just under the surface. No peace. No proof. Just no fucking peace.

When you realize that you’re truly alone, no matter who is around you, what do you do?

Giving yourself away easily is a learned behavior.

Close to cashing in, it’s been a good run.

This is the point where the repeated patterns are too many to ignore. Bender time.

Your gut is usually right. Not all time. But it’s not 5 out of 5 wrong.

You like surprises?

Leave expectations out of your thinking. It leads to pain. Instead, just be ready for anything you weren’t counting on.

The only truly real person you know is yourself. Everyone else shows only what they want you to see. Bank on that.

Try, think, emotional control, fear, rationalize, give, understand, hurt, balance, intensity, release.

I was someone else once, I was something else once. Never made for this place.

Yes.

Born: where am I. Growing; this is what I do. Coming of age: is that what I should be doing? Adulting: I don’t like what I’m doing. Close to death: where am I?

This mirror weighs a ton.

Moments pass and in them you can see a glimpse.