A friend, I haven’t seen in a while, send me a pic, an erratic old scribble, wrote by younger me, on her notes. It casts a gloom over me, strucks me with a realization: where tf is that fiery old determination that propels me? It just gone without me realizing it. Am I too comfortable right now?

This shit really makes me feel so lost… on random tuesday, I don’t even remember ever writing that at all!