36, having consistent existential crisis issues. Living in the most boring ass capital of possibly the most boring-ass state I’ve ever lived in besides Kentucky. Like, I love the moderate pace, nothing too extreme and nothing too slow. But, it kinda drags for so long that everyday feels like forever, worse when I’m working.

I kinda am in the “who gives a fuck” part of my life. Where, I’ve let myself go because it’s been 4 years since I’ve been with someone and I’ve been processing the reality that I probably will not get anyone again because I’m too specific and everyone, I don’t know, feels fake and artificial when put side-by-side against what I’d like to see and have in a person.

So, I’m a tad overweight, not caring what I eat some of the time. I know what I have to do to get the weight down, it’s a matter of caring. Everyday is almost the same old shit for the past 4 years I’ve lived here. And I’ve got zero clue in where I want to take things.