Here.
Why? I don’t know. I used to do things. I remember me doing things. But now I don’t.
You know about all that insecurity stuff that I used to have? It’s sorta back. And it’s sorta being a bitch.
So .. you do all these things that’s supposed to make it all better but it seems like it’s not working. It seems like we’re back to scouring the interweb (to be British) for boobie pics. I guess that will never stop, will it?
It’s 9pm. On a Saturday night. And here I am.
It’s hard, when you’re name is not Will.
This is a good night to drink. This day is perfectly in sync with my mood.
But where am I?
I’m here.
Still here.
Will ALWAYS be here at 9pm on a Saturday night.
Because no matter what I do, there will always be boobie pics on the net.
