Nothing keeps you honest like a few glasses of good whiskey and a decent playlist. Part of me wants to dive into nostalgia. Most of me just wants to write. I’m gonna put this mother fucker on shuffle and write down a thought when it comes to me. Let’s see how drunk I get in 30 minutes.
0:00 to 4:49 – Foo Fighters “February Stars”:
I’ve learned a lot about myself in the last ten years. I’ll probably always be a hopeless romantic, but romance alone isn’t enough to maintain love. Love becomes lust when the feeling isn’t mutual. Lust is merely obsessing over something you can’t have. If you can’t have something, you don’t need it. The only thing you need in life is a sense of purpose. The only person who can give it to you IS you. Love is purpose when what you need is exactly what you’ve always wanted. No strings attached.
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