Apr 6, 2019
4.6.19
I picked up an old copy of Adam Gnade’s The Do-It-Yourself Guide to The Big Mother Fuckin' Sad from my bookshelf this morning.
It has been 3 months since 2018 became 2019. 5 months until I turn 27 and 3 years until I am 30. I keep staring out of my bedroom window expecting to feel something. I have been watching this bird fly around frantically in the same spot for ten minutes now. I picture myself doing the same but without wings and years intead of minutes. Everything I have been writing lately is garbage but I keep reading that gabrage is better than nothing. Garbage is suppose to get you where you need to be.
Gnade writes, “find the life you want and then fight until it’s yours.”
