holy shit the mother holy shit the mother the mother holy shit mother the shit holy mother
I am weird, but not that special.
Anytime I tried to gaze into my future, I feel afraid of it. Seems dark, makes me wonder if I have made a great mistake which I shouldn’t have taken and too late to fix. And the thoughts like whether I’m already a failure writer or not , or thoughts like whether I’m a good man enough for her or not is patronizing, greatly. I don’t know what kind of a man I will be in the next 10 years, all I know is I just want to be a man that’s good enough to hold my daughter’s hand and show her the world, teach her what’s good and what’s not. And now, I know it ain’t much but I’m trying to fix it a bit with continuing writing in the middle of the night only accompanied with a bottled mineral water.
I wish I could just stay inside my safe zone forever even though I know I couldn’t