In this day and age of societal teenage-like anguish and ‘core’ frenzies, I have a confession : Locking in is a social construct i will never partake in, if only because there’s never been anything wrong with a little bit of silliness.
…So I want everything to be fun and a good time and somedays i feel like the world is a tilted stage on which i’m asked to dance? And if then I cry and cry and whine and I take a day off to journal about it? Sue me!
Lately I came to the realisation that I come from generations and generations of fucking losers who took a long time to figure out what they wanted in life and then weren't all that good at pursuing it. I’m not saying that I want to be lazy about my goals and aspirations — by familial standards i’m actually quite far advanced in this regard, but I will say loud and proud that I’m more than okay with a speck of emotional turmoil and doubt, if it means I can get a day off crying in my room and writing about it while sipping a glass of shitty red wine.
—That‘s how good art starts anyway.