Edible Arrangement
Looking around again. Better Call Saul, missing one on ignore, texting one that i don't believe in, ignoring a lot of people. I know it isn't always the right thing to do, but somehow I justify. I'm working towards something, but I've lost all sight of what beyond "more". I need more money to have more space and more privacy to do... what? My fantasies of holing up and re-emerging as someone or something better are waning in the face of the reality that is my age, my lack of connections, and my dissolving ambition. I am safe, stable, and able. I can do whatever the fuck I want, I just need to want it.