Between you and me I have no idea who I could be. I used think I was a poet, writing to bare my soul. I used to think myself an artist, the world as my canvas. I used to think I could make a difference, effect change the world. I used to believe in myself, but now I understand just how lost I am. I want to do more with my life but I’m too scared to do it.
Hung over. Someone bring me nuggets?