I think I’m almost ready to put down tobacco.
Legit, the most difficult shit, legit the thing that kills,legit a scourge on our species. Just a constant fucking thing. Like trying to maintain good posture. “how the fuck to people do that?”
(effort, self care)
That’s what smart people do isn’t it? I don’t mind being criticized for being odd, I honestly don’t mind being called a closet homosexual, I don’t mind if someone points out what I do wrong on a guitar.
I don’t like being called stupid. That’s my kryptonite.
(then behave like a smarter person)
I know it’s time, I don’t feel 40, I still feel 18.
(put up or shut up)
dawn 