life is easy, son. it’s just like riding a bike that’s on fire and you’re on fire and everything is on fire and you’re in hell
Brad’s Memere (French for Grandmother) passed away this Wednesday, exactly one week after mine. Coherent sentences are not coming easily to me these days, so let’s just leave it at that Brad and I are both grief stricken.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.