An antiquated and absurd view that by thirty so much life shit should be order, and if it's not, put simply - we've fucked it.
I vow to stop spending my money going for drinks with people I deep down don't really enjoy the company of.
It stands for taking care of you. For cleaning up your own shit, in your bedroom, and in your life.
Our backs ache. From the typing mainly, and the hunching over our phone
We make new friends every week in the smoking area of some hell hole dressed up like an All Bar One. And then one day we wake up, and something has changed.