Coming to grips with who it is you probably are, or aren't, is a shitty thing. I guess it could be a good thing, and maybe one day I'll wake up and find that somewhere along the line, I grew up into someone I can be happy with, but for me right now, it's a really, really shitty thing. I'm probably going about the whole thing wrong.
“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”
― Albert Camus
