Tourist :
And then you graduate, move out of the shit hole you grew up in, move to Florida and get a insurance brokering license by 19, make big fucking bank until one day it’s gone. Move back home only to realize you’ll die of old age in that damn house, sell your guitar and Xbox for a plane ticket to California, teach yourself basic commercial editing, by the grace of god you pick up a couple clients and make rent for a year in north Hollywood California, your hearts not in it, your clients fire you, and start a job as a overnight gas station clerk, and now you wish that a Friday meant something, that anything was “light”. You stop caring about what day it is and more about how many work hours you have, you slowly start rot inside from the lack of accomplishment in your life, and finally day dream of the time you were in school by the time you turn 21.
2026-10-05 11:39:35