But. It’s what I do.  I find I get consistently better at it. I’m trying to let something out. I’m not really afraid of failing. I think I’m wise enough to know that will happen regardless. I’m even sitting here backspacing what I’ve typed thinking maybe I’m saying something too much.  and then I stall. sitting here typing nothing. I’m 24 years old. No goals, no direction, no Inspiration. But I’m constantly expecting it to drop out of nowhere. I’ve done that for awhile. But now I’m searching…

One less day till I get out of here. I can’t wait to get back. It’s like the longer I’m out here the introverted I feel. It’s like somedays I don’t even want to shoot the shit with the people I work with. Like opening my mouth will just make me realize that I’ve gotten less intelligent over the last year.

kyleevans:

#Ringgold motel

It’s sorta strange. I loved these things as a Kid. I find it odd. It’s like styrafoam and sugar or something. I hate them now. Can’t even really tolerate them. Sometimes I think that we are fascinated by the weirdest things, till we realize that they aren’t really that interesting or tasty.

May the 4th be with you.

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