I’ve never had a plan. I’ve never had a future. I’m barely in the present. How is this any different, than the things I did last year, or the things I’ll do next month, the conversations I’ve had, or the opportunities I’ve missed. When is my life going to get, to the place where I say okay, things will be better tomorrow, or proud of the things I did today. Is there any progress, to living in the moment, when the moment seems so distant.
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