It has come to my attention that nothing is really worth my time anymore. I always said that when sex lost its appeal, it's pretty much over, and I've gotten to that glorious point in my life. Strange, I guess, that only 28 years into this whole journey I have already gotten bored with it. But then I guess some of us just aren't really wired for the long run.
Unfortunately, life presents us with a lot of situations that just aren't covered in the manual. I wish I would have known that I would only be a kid once. Well, I guess I always kinda knew that, but I wish I would have known that I would only feel like a kid once, and that I would spend the majority of my adult life trying to find that same free innocent feeling. Even the smells that used to tease me with distant memories have lost their romantic pull.
But I'm not sure that any of this really makes a difference anyway, because none of it is real. Nothing is. What you see, what you hear, what you taste, smell, touch, want, have, like, hate...not real. Never was, and never will be. It's all just a cruel trick
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