I feel like over the past week I’ve gone through the 7 stages of grief, just without the hope. This all happened in what seemed an instant, I had my life loosely figured out but now I’m back to where i was 4 years ago. I feel like I’ve come to terms that I cant go back to that. I cant even describe the amount of emotions that have waved through me recently. It’s dangerous to keep feeling like this.

I went to this free comedy show in New York. One of the comics came out with “We’re the only species on the planet that hates ourselves, I just hope there’s a goat somewhere chewing on a can thinking, how the fuck did i get here”

“It’s better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing, than a long life spent in a miserable way.” - Alan Watts