March 21, 2010
Unintended, depressive thoughts in the aftermath of an awesome, useful conversation.
Let’s be honest. Everything has a very real possibility of exploding in my face. Everything is made of gunpowder. I’m risking igniting it. I stared at the ceiling for hours, realizing I don’t have a plan if this fails. My life, for the longest time, has been leading up to trying to make this transition […]