I trouble myself for the thoughts I carry and those I carry not but not which may come.

I know I don’t have the solution but its a nice thought. It’s nice to think one person could have an answer to the world’s problems… Foolish as thoughts go but why, why bother with such a burdon. There are so many characters and ideas and shit … why would any man care. Let it all burn, right. It’s not the end of the world. Even if it was, why would anyone trouble themselves.

I can barely care for my damn self, then this shit happens. This is your life Charlie Brown, deal with it. I’m glad a voice inside kept me from jumping of that bridge in 2011 but why? I wish the future was more than my imagination.

I wish …..I don’t know what I wish anymore. I just want to age gracefully and calmly, and maybe love again… If I ever did before.