Do I remember when I wanted what I currently have? No. Overall, definitely not.
anyone know what font that is ?
No but if you find out someday try to remember this time before you had what you wanted.
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Nope definitely didn’t ever want this
The fourth day in a row of breaking the hottest planetary daily average temperature is not what I wanted.
Hey i went to school with Nelson, cool to see his stuff in the wild!
I can’t help but read your comment with Bart’s voice.
HA-ha!
I absolutely love this, thanks for the reminder to practice gratitude.
It hasn’t turned out to be healthy. I feel isolated from the world and unable to communicate with others in real life as well as I can with randos on the internet. I have nothing interesting to talk about because I don’t do anything and haven’t figured out how to drag myself out of this mire.
Your doing just fine and sounds like you know what you need… you’ve got an idea next step is planning and it won’t be long for action… don’t be too rough on yourself life is hard enough for that lovin you!!!
Take your time , no rush. The world is a mess anyways , so just concentrate on nourishing yourself , whatever that might mean for you. I am glad you can at least find randos to communicate with on the internet :)
You’ll figure out , because you are telling us you want to and need to , maybe is just taking time. Anything you do or don’t do with that in mind is a step , even a tiny bity one , towards who are trying to be. Well tbh i really don’t know anything but at least I believe this for myself , just hope it helps. good luck and be well. From a rando on the internet
Tried to search for this artist’s internet presence and all hits either require a user account or don’t work at all…some days, the web really sucks…
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definitely not. I wanted a house and a family and technological progress that would result in a cleaner planet, under 40 hours a week work and retirement before 50. That was the progress I thought would happen as a nieve child. I never fervently wished to merely not be out on the streets.
All I have is this shitty little apartment.
But a year ago, as I slept on a hard bed in a room with 80 other men, with the fluorescent lights blaring, with no pillow and a thin little blanket, all I could dream about was a place I could come and go whenever I wanted, with a door I could lock, and lights I could turn off.
So really what I have is my dream.
