I could die tomorrow, and I wouldn't have done all the things I wanna do, and that's okay. But if I keep with this crazy shit at least i can say it wasn't boring, it was a fucking wild ride. Living hard and fast is just my outtake because I got sick of moping around being depressing all the time and tbh it's a lot more fun fucking ending up lying in a field somewhere surrounded by your friends looking at the stars while they spin around your head than ending up lying in your bed in the pitch black darkness staring at the ceiling with tears in your eyes wondering what went wrong.
