Nothing good will come from certain things. Not in the ordinary sense anyhow.
Money spent at an ego bar simply waiting. Another night of the final months of my twenties spent trying to fit in with a girl who wants me to be someone else.
Not many can take words with a grain of salt. It all seems very personal to others. I can’t see what is so serious about any of it.
Yet there are more of them than of me. I am wrong by that faculty alone.