and
as i reside in the comfort of the fanworks of fictional cowboys who have not been held at all, but are now holding my mental state in return
the horrifying realisation that my inept ass is going to have to start working soon creeps up on me
the horrifying realisation that i don't know what my life looks like past twenty looks like—only five years into the future—reminds me that my time is limited and only growing shorter and shorter









