It’s 5:00 am. I feel cold and I am here lying on a stranger’s bed.
No scratch that lying on a “new friend’s” bed. Contemplating on how poorly I have made my decisions for the past 2 hours yet never regretting anything.
I do not know what has gotten into me. My body feels like it is in a state of euphoria, all my senses are alive.
I am as high as ****, too high to even care that I am too high.
I love where I am. I love the liberty, the spontaneity, I love everything.
I wish I could have done this during my younger years. I wish I could have done this before with the same state of mind as what I have now.
And now I am just too old to give a **** on anything that should matter. I grew tired of trying to prove to myself and to others that I maybe can stand alone.
I have needs, everybody has needs that should be addressed and I have found a rather old way to address mine. And it doesn’t matter what others say.
Because in the end, no one will give a **** about your life, anyway.