as i approach 36, the mid point of this life (i was born in 1972, it makes sense to me that i’ll go at 72), i cannot let go, ever more, never letting go of any thing, only letting go of people, no, that’s not right, i have a hard time facing, not letting go, but holding on to, admitting and accepting, what an utter failure i am as a human being, what a utter shit i am and always have been, how profoundly disappointed i am in myself and everything i have done.
i’m just barely hang onto my humanity here, i’m just barely passing.