Hmmm, this has been going on for a while. Maybe it has something to do with hormones and shit. I’m in a sorry state trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Some days, I feel like I have no ambition whatsoever. Some days, I feel like I’m reaching too far up. I want to be in love with what I’m going to do, even if the affair doesn’t last a long time. I can’t imagine doing something I don’t love even if it is just for a while. I’m too picky and too idealistic. Or maybe I just think too much.

"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live."

— Charles Bukowski (via ryandonato)

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