I wrote this a few nights ago when I wasn’t feeling… well, when I wasn’t feeling good about much of anything. I wasn’t going to post it at all, but writing is writing.

Let me lay life out for you.

It’s fun while you’re young, play outside, play inside, snack time and toys. It’s not a lie when they tell you to never grow up.

Then you hit the teens, things are still pretty amazing. Sure there is drama and homework, but none of that ends up mattering in the end.

Graduation. What a fucking feeling! Nothing can stop us now!

College…. feels like a badass fucking time to be alive! Either killing it in class, or killing your liver, it all feels good.

Look out, here comes life….

It’s going to fucking hit you in the face. Rattle your brain, maybe knock out a few teeth. Bills, “love”, society knocking you down because you don’t have the right appendage. Or the right face, the rights words. The right needs or wants for a life to live happily. You have to fight all the time. Even when you get one thing right, another brick comes crashing through. Time to fight something else…

And then you die.

There it is. Good fucking luck.