YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY RA TO SPREAD THE GLORY OF THE SUN IN THE DARKNESS

I don’t want my parents to find my body, that’s pretty much it

I focus on my own life, my dad, my other family and friends, work, volunteering. Lifting weights and exercising, gardening, cooking, playing games, watching sports.

A big part of it is having goals to work toward. Losing weight, learning new recipes, learning to be a better gardener. Cleaning up the house, making household repairs, and fixing up some electronics.

I’ve barely lived my life and I’m around half way through. There’s still too much for me to do and see. And people for me meet, my people now that I’ve got a better handle on who I am.

And not even all big cliché things like travel and love and financial stability and shit. But there’s also still music to listen to, movies and series to watch, games to play, books and comics to read.

Also, as a Sonic the Hedgehog child and Philip K. Dick and punk rock teen, days like these light a fire in me. It’s probably morbid but it kinda feels like I was born for days like these, which gives a sense of purpose and darker reason to exist.

Spite

Habit

Music and drugs mostly, along with the hokey knowledge we are all star stuff and we are the universe experiencing itself.

Hatred and confusion.

Oh, “go” is my default state. It’s stopping me that’s a challenge.

Store-brand iced coffee and lofi girl

Gonna die eventually anyway, so might as well make the most of the time I have.

Family.

I can’t help any animals if I’m dead. That’s really all i have. But it’s quickly becoming not enough.

Family and hobbies

I’m too much of a coward to kill myself and do the world a favor and despite wishes haven’t yet dropped dead.