this mortal coil ahh
I’m terrible at blogging. I’m terrible at studying. I’m terrible at writing.
I’m good at procrastinating and being on time for my job. This doesn’t override the fact that I find myself staring into space the majority of the time, even when someone is talking to me. I’m not even 60% there. I nod to assure them that I’m listening but really, I’m not. I’m somewhere else to a point where reality doesn’t seem reachable but not until I catch myself drifting off.
You don’t know what you got til it’s gone.
I may be a vegetarian but fuck do I love leather.
