I'm not good. things aren't gooood.
You know things aren't good when you aren't enjoying them.
My head is bobbing back and forth confused with charts and numbers and deadlines and fees and insurance and taxes and working out and-

No. I'm tired. I'm not even 22 yet.

A text message from my dad can ruin my day.

Modelo and lime, that is the best part of my day.

Pretending to be cheery is terrible. I don't want a desk job, I don't want to be a regular at some ****** bar where I go with my friends every Wednesday.

I want clarity, I want to have some sort of stationary object that I can hold and count on.

don't we all.

It's not like things are really bad, but they aren't good.