bleak and pretty

i feel like I'm at this point of life where anything can basically happen, but at the same time, nothing really makes sense.

i'm choking from incense smoke but I gotta deal with it, Iilove the burning, fragrant smell too much.

i think about the workouts i've missed. i'm gonna do an hour later and break my body.

nothing really makes sense right now. i haven't written anything valuable lately. it's a little lonely here right now and i'm just looking forward to getting high and listening to my playlist.