It's been a while, I have a thing with falling out with people and blogs. But last night I got drunk and had some funky epiphanies about my direction in life. Function, Fight, Finish. Those are the three things I came up with. I start so many things and never finish. That's not manly at all. Fuck gender-neutrality, I have to do something that is manly. And that is to be determined to finish, no matter what it takes.

I love my mom for never cracking. She's so strong, I give her a fuckload of nonsense, excuses, and bullfuckery and she still loves me. I wish I could see her cry, but I know that will never happen. I'm glad it doesn't, or I would shut-down too. She's my pillar. That's why I know women are stronger.

I am a boy of many words. Men don't talk much. They show, not tell. From here on out, I will only discuss what I have done, not what I will do. Once you speak about it, the anxiety that builds from your dreams filling up inside just spill out. They die. Don't speak.

Sorry if I left you behind, but I never forgot about you. That means anyone I've met. Sometimes I'm scared you don't remember me, that's why I try so hard to break into your world. I am not desperate, just very willing.