So Impossible

Many ran­dom things going through my head right now. Stu­pid sleep cycle got fucked up again last night.

I’m dying to know why I like dream­ing of things so impos­si­ble. “Hope for the best, pre­pare for the worst.” Words I’ve tried to live by. But after a cou­ple of let-​downs, it’s easy to for­get the first half. Lately, though, I’ve been for­get­ting the sec­ond half. That can be even worse than the first mistake.

Been feel­ing mas­sively… unpre­pared. Wait­ing for things to catch up and life to hit me like a twenty-​pound sledge­ham­mer to the back of the head.

:takes a deep breath: Let’s just see how tomor­row goes. And yeah, I know… I’ll have a real update. Eventually.