would I be a Harvard graduate, an inmate in a correctional facility, or
own a brownstone, dogtrot, have nowhere to call home; a M3 E30, R34, WRX 22B, or be leasing a Trackhawk
I've made so many stupid decisions. I made a lot of sacrifices to get here today. I missed Jerkera's funeral-

I'm listening to Seigfried by Frank Ocean, and this song deeply resonates with me for a multitude of reasons. 
I had this one writing sample in my Notes app, written a couple of years ago, when Unc was on his deathbed. 
When I was younger, and we moved to New York, he'd have me sit upstairs for hours watching soccer matches. 
I'd like to say he enjoyed my company, but I couldn't say the same. I didn't like the bonding; I wasn't into sports.

Despite not saying goodbye and paying my respects, I stayed outside like a coward, and he called me his friend.

I started applying for jobs, and Complex got back to me. I didn't get the job, but to be frank, I feel like I don't have a resume that would've stood out, so I'm not tripping. I want to create, generally speaking, and people won't know what you're capable of unless you show them that you've actually been putting in some work.

I want to try recipes I find sitting on the subway, do tattoos, redacted, play tennis, go biking/hiking, and most importantly, the confidence to do whatever else comes to mind. I'm tired of overthinking and procrastinating. Whether it's playing guitar, playing piano, writing, animating, or drawing, I have to be doing something. While not a vice in the traditional sense, overworking myself has put strains on any relationships I've tried to maintain.