I Wish I Were a Punk Rocker

I’m gonna keep this short and simple: my level of trust has disintegrated amidst exponential frustration.  I’m stuck in a world that doesn’t care, promised a future with no unified vision or strategy, and am expected to fulfill my obligations.

This is madness.

One bright spot: an extended hand politely asking for companionship well across the pond.  Even if unfathomable, the validation is extraordinary and deeply appreciated.  That said, in the mere hours we’ve known one another, the intensity of our interactions shakes the bedrock of placid existence.  Simply: life changed on Tuesday and it won’t ever be the same, thankfully.

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