I’ve gotten used to being on the move. I’m always designing something, calculating something, working on something. I’ve never wanted to be busy.
I don’t know how.
I drop balls.
I forget things.
Forget to do the things I like… The things that keep me sane.
I think I think that the older I get the better I’ll get at this… it’s a lie. A whole ass lie.
It will never get better
Adulting. The world’s secret scam. Smh.