thank you macon

 I thought I had a story to tell until I listened to some music that helped me process my emotions.

Honestly, music is the secret to the universe and we've all just accepted it and moved past it like it isn't the most important and quintessential experience but I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself.

There are so many things that have happened. You can't start at the beginning because Jeremy Beramy so like...why even bother trying...?

Who Fucking Cares?

Macon in Asheville taught me that. Who fucking cares? At the end of the day, we all go home and try to sleep. We dream and wake and do it again.

(I'm listening to Bounce It by Juicy J for the solid throw back)

If we go to sleep alone and we wake up alone, doesn't that mean we're the only one in charge of our body?

I'm actually very sorry if I use 'our' and "we' interchangeably. 

But we are the masters of our own time. So YOU decide what KIND of job you want to have

so YOU decide what you make per hour.

YOU also decide what type of job you tell people you have.

there's a reason why their hiring team will use the word "family".

Stop asking "what will they say" and start demanding "who fucking cares|"

do no harm